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writingoddess1125 · 6 months

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HI I LOVE UR EVERYTHING AND PAPA BUGGY WAS SO CUTE AND IF YOU CAN DO ONE WHERE HE HAS BABY FEVER PLEASE 🙏🙏 I'M ON MY KNEES 🙏🙏 (I love ur work it's so cute and sad, funny)

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Fever pt. 2

Buggy x Femreader + Buggy Twins

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"YOURE PREGNANT!!"

Buggy shouted in total joy, Jumping around the room as his body looked almost like an accordion at his odd movements- you sitting there in total shock.

You'd expected that the twins would be your first and last, not that you would accidently get pregnant again especially by the same idiot who had done it by accident the first time.

Your hands went over your face as the reality of 9 months of this set in- For Fuck sakes... You could t help but giggle and hug Buggy there in the doctors office, Both happy and in total shock by this all.

After this things moved all too quickly it seemed. Of course you two told the boys who had been both excited and apprehensive- Like most kids worried the new baby would replace them or take the father they just gained from them, which had to be explained wasn't the case and you and Buggy created a gameplan to help the biys adjust. Then came the crew, who decided to have a 3 day celebration and get absolutely shit faced- Buggy included.

Why you were indeed happy, incredibly happy infant you knew what was about to come. HORRIBLE PREGNANCY SYMPTOMS! WONDERFUL-

Your first trimester was filled with morning sickness, Poor Buggy being as kind as possible as he helped clean you up and find foods that wouldn't make you puke your guts out. The twins even doing their part to find nice teas and things that smelled nice for you to also not throw up.

During this time Buggy bought so much stuff- Most likely boosting the economy of the village single handedly as he had the nursery built in the cabin and on the ship, You and the boys having a fun few weeks decorating both areas.

By your second trimester the hormones kicked in horribly, that and cramps. However that's when something magical happened as well-

Buggy and you were laying on the bed, both of you quite exhausted. Buggy was tired from dealing with the twins all day while you were tired from the baby and fatigue that was hitting you like a fleet. Since the start of your second trimester when your baby bump had become far more noticable Buggy always has his hand somewhere on your stomach rubbing the growing bump.

"I need to find a better way of tiring them out..." Buggy grumbled, You nodding in agreement leaned against the man and truthfully you both without single damns. Buggy in some pink boxers while you leaned against his naked chest in a large shirt rolled up over your stomach and underwear.

"They are still worried- Maybe take them out sailing or something? I'm sure they would enjoy tha- Oof!" You yelp as a sudden jolt hit you, clearly aimed right under Buggys palm which make both of you jump in surprise.

"What the hell was that?" He questioned as he pulled his palm away from you quickly and looked at your stomach. You shifting and rubbing the exposed skin smiling at him.

"They kicked, ive been feeling 'em move but not kick yet. Here I'm sure they will give you another little kick" You say calmly. Buggy sitting infront of you quickly and placing his palms back on your skin, You shifting his palms to the perfect spot before another jolt ran through you and Buggy giggled like a child at this.

"Thats so weird feeling!"

His eyes sparkled at this as he sat infront of you rubbing your stomach and feeling his child move under his palm and occasionally kick. It was a truly precious moment for the both of you.

As for the final trimester... Pregnancy was never too kind to anyone- Especially you. It wasn't with the twins and it sure wasn't now-

Leaned against the counter you glared hard at Buggy- 60 damn days you're ass! Try 8 fucking months trapped in this God forsaken cabin with your mentally unstable partner, two 12 year old boys and your bladder being utterly destroyed by little feet.

Oh and of course- THE GOD DAMN CREW THAY DECIDED THAT THEY WANTED TO STAY WITH THEIR FEARLESS CAPTIAN TILL THE 'VACATION' WAS OVER!

"Why are you staring at me like that?" Buggy questioned feeling the heat of your glare on his skin.

"I-..." You wanted to start Biting his head off but truthfully he had done nothing, you figured you were just emotional to the max at this point and the cramping didn't help.

"...I'm in pain-" You admit with a sigh, Buggy setting down his drink and walking to you calmly as he looked you over like he could spot your pain.

"Your stomach looks different" He said calmly, You shooting him a warning look.

"No shit it looks-" Buggy shook his head to stop you, "No its lower I mean, I think it's best we call the doctor" He said calmly, A shot of embrassment going through you at this point. Buggy truly had been giving it his all and learned from the doctor. With a chick trip from the Doctor and Midwife they confirmed you were in labor and got you set up to give birth in the cabin, The twins being taken to the Big Top with Cabaji while they waited for their siblings arrival.

"How are you feeling?" Buggy asked, Gently rubbing your back as you smiled.

"Not to bad actually- I'm glad you're here with me.." You say softly as another contraction shot through you.

At first it was fine- You'd been through this before. So it should be shorter and less painful this time around- Yeah No. You went from fine to screaming in pain very very quickly. Buggy sitting next to you trying to comfort you and get you through it- However the last thing you wanted was him there..

Which landed Buggy outside the house awkwardly, his crew also seated on different patches of grass as they flinched at every cry and scream that echoed out from the house and into the silent garden outside. You had kicked out Buggy 20 minutes ago, clearly just in too much pain to handle him at the moment and the doctor recommending him to try to return in 30 minutes. Which he did.

Truthfully he handled it like a champ once back in, holding your hand despite feeling like you were crushing it into dust and wiping the sweat and tears from your eyes. After a seven exhausting painful hours a shrill cry cut through the air as you slacked onto the bed. The doctor happily placing a little girl on your chest, now tears of joy running down your cheeks.

The doctors starting to clean her up as you admired her, looking to Buggy who was also crying.

You held the little girl in your arms, seeing her pink little face she had your facial features and (Y/H/C) hair like you but a bright rounded cherry nose/cheeks and ocean blue eyes. She was the most beautiful thing you'd ever seen. You saw Buggy stare in only awe as he felt tears hit his cheeks and he smiled.

"Shes.. shes.."

Your hand reached forward, Buggy thinking it was to caress his cheek or something gentle but instead you grabbed his neck in a iron grip- He squeaking in surprise as you pull him close.

"Buggy- This is the last... do you understand? Cause if the words 'I want another child' come from your lips ever again I am going to cut your dick off and throw it into the deepest part of the ocean. Do. You. Understand. Me" You said in the softest and kindest voice Buggy had ever heard, fear going through his system as he could tell you were dead serious.. maybe it was the lack of oxygen going to his brain or still the euphoria of the moment but he swore he saw literal hell flame in yours eyes.

"Clear- Crystal Clear" He wheezed, you releasing him so he could scoop up his daughter. He genuinely looked giddy at this point as he cuddled her close to his chest, you saw the anxiety just below the surface of his face as he stared at his daughter more her nose-

"Shes beautiful" You say softly staring at her from Buggy's arms.

"I won't let her go through what I did- I want her to feel special and perfect" He admitted, your eyes softening at his vulnerability as he kissed his daughters cheek.

"Im sure they will kn- Oof!- Fuck" You hissed in pain and flinched. The doctor peaked under the blanket quickly and called over the midwife who did a quick check. You wincing in pain as Buggy stared at you panicking and holding the now fussing newborn.

"(Y/N)?!" He said softly as another groan of pain left you. The midwife and doctor conversing quickly before beginning to prepare once again.

"It seems you're still in labor- Looks like another baby" He said proudly, Your eyes widening as you look at Buggy like you were prepared to kill him. The clowns face as white as snow making his face paint look dark at the realization of 2 sets of twins kicked in.

"Holy shit-"

"GOD FUCKING DAMN IT!!" You yelled as Buggy kept his daughter and rushed out quickly to show off his daughter and avoid your wrath of damning you to another set of twins.

Eventually he would return with your guys daughter and sat through another broken hand created by your labor. That night another little girl was brought in this world, the little girls being 8 hours apart and identical to her sister.

It was later decided after you had properly been cleaned up and not ready to murder Buggy their names. Buggy coming up with the names Ali and Ari respectively for his daughters.

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rinstaro · 1 year

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a/n: this is an ask for twilight that i accidentally deleted lol. this one’s gonna be loooooong. i feel really sick today so sorry if it’s really bad 🫠 not proofread because im ashamed of what ive done

cw: overstim <33, clit slapping, twilight being mean cause you pissed him off, you shouldn’t have bitched at him!! he says mean things in the sweetest tone, he still loves you very much, crying, biting, squirting, he cums in you hnnnnn, reader has a vagina and no pronouns

minors do not interact.

twilight was at his wits end. he’d come home to a clean house, a lovely dinner, and yet you were no where to be found. when he ventured into your shared bedroom, you were perched on the bed with your nose in a book. twilight got the feeling you weren’t reading, though.

you glanced at him quickly before letting out a small huff. what was that all about, he wondered. “i’m home, doll,” he smiled, reaching a finger out to push your book down. instead you snatched it away from him, causing him to jump back.

“did you eat?” you asked, still not looking at him. he frowned at your strange behavior. he decided to ignore it, maybe you were just really into that book?

“it was amazing, doll. i cleaned up the dishes for you.”

“hm. thanks,” you mumbled, finally setting your book down. twilight thought you were finally giving him some attention, only to watch you climb off the bed and walk towards the door. “i’m gonna fold the laundry.”

“oh, i did that too.” you grit your teeth. of course he did. he was just doing everything but you, huh?

the reason you were upset at him may have been silly, but you couldn’t help it. when you woke up this morning, there was an ache between your legs. you tried to ignore it, but how could you when your lover was right next to you? it was rare that you woke up before him, so you thought you’d use it to your advantage.

you turned over, wrapping your arms around his waist the same way his were currently wrapped around yours. you leaned up a bit, placing soft kisses on his neck at which he stirred slightly. you pressed your almost naked form closer to him, innocent kisses turning into little love bites. soon enough your lover was awake. “mmm, mornin’.”

“g’morning, baby. sleep well?”

“mhm. always do when you’re next ‘ta me. c’mere,” he mumbled, laying on his back and pulling you into his lap. perfect, you thought.

you ran your hands down his chest, your gaze heated. twilight had closed his eyes again, relishing in the feeling of your body heat. you leaned down, lips hovering over his when—

“are ya comin’ with me today?”

“…huh?”

“you said you wanted to come watch me work, right?” he asked, opening his eyes to look at your confused face. you almost couldn’t believe what you were hearing. here you were in all your glory, horny, barely any clothes on, and he was thinking about work?

you pouted, climbing off of him and laying back down, back towards him. “i’m still sleepy. maybe tomorrow,” you mumbled. twilight thought nothing of it, assuming your attitude was due to you being ‘sleepy’.

“alright, darlin, i’ll see you soon.” without a second thought, twilight rose, planting a kiss on your forehead before going to get ready for the day.

yes, you were pissed off because you didn’t get to fuck your husband in the early morning. damn him for being so hardworking.

now you were standing in the door frame looking silly, still scantily clad with a scowl on your face. “thank you,” you hissed. you had no choice but to walk back to the bed, sitting next to him and picking back up your book. twilight frowned. this was getting frustrating.

“whatsa matter, darlin’? you okay?” he asked directly, prying the book out of your hands. you looked appalled at the fact that he dared take it away from you. “i’m fine—“

“no you’re not. tell me. now.”

“excuse me? why do i have to?” you growled, “whatever. go play with your stupid goats.” with that, you stood once more, marching towards the door. before you could even reach for the handle, your lover’s hand was around your neck, chest pressed to your back.

a growl rumbled in his chest, making you freeze on the spot. you could tell that he was trying to calm his breathing, the grip on your neck pinning you in place. “mind sayin’ that again?”you choked back a whimper, slightly shaking your head no. “i d-didnt mean—“

“you didn’t, huh? so why you been so mean since i got here?” he could feel you swallow. when you didn’t respond, twilight took a moment to sniff the air.

right, just like he thought. surely you wouldn’t talk to him like that for no reason. “how ‘bout you go sit your pretty self back on the bed? i’ll make sure that attitude’s dealt with.”

and that’s how you were tied up by your wrists and stripped bare in the span of 15 minutes.

there were bite marks littering your entire body, coloring your skin in different shades of reds, purples and blues. you trembled, tears decorating your lash line already while your lover sat in front of you and spanked your clit.

“can’t even go one day without me touchin’ this cunt? that’s a lil’ pathetic even for you, doll,” twilight hummed, landing another slap on your clit. you cried out, legs twitching in an effort to close. too bad twilight was absolutely fucking massive. “got me a runner, huh? you know that’s not gonna work, darlin’.”

your pussy was sobbing, a damp spot already formed on the sheets. your clit was so sensitive from his spankings and you didn’t think you could take anymore.

“i-i’m sorry, please let me go! i won’t do it anymore!”

“hm? i’m just givin’ ya what you wanted,” he smirked, thumbing at your over sensitive clit. you gasped, legs trying to close again. he never understood why you kept trying to stop him, you craved his touch. how could he deny you what you had been asking for?

“y’know what? i think you even deserve a reward for waiting for so long,” twilight said while lowering himself and pushing your thighs back, not even giving you a moment to brace yourself as his tongue attacked your swollen bud.

you let out a slutty moan, rolling your hips into his mouth. “ahhn, link!–” finally he was giving you what you wanted and more. you couldn’t help but yell his name, eyes rolling back in pure bliss.

even though he was upset with you, twilight only ever wanted to please you. his dick twitched in his pants at every gasp you let out. more, he needed to hear you more. he wrapped his lips around your clit, sucking at your gushing cunt. the tears finally started falling as you came abruptly, overwhelmed by his ministrations and your own sensitivity.

you twisted and turned in your restraints when he didn’t stop, drinking your cum like he hasn’t had water in days. “f-fuuuuck! quit it, let go let go!” you cried. he didn’t listen, not even for a second. instead, he dove his tongue even further into your cunt, viciously tongue fucking you towards your second orgasm. your legs shook in his grasp.

“please please i’m sorry! n-no, no more! too much!” twilight laughed into your cunt at your cries. where’d his tough little darling go? you had only cum once and he was far from done with you.

he kept tongue fucking you until he could feel you cum again, creaming all over his face. he sucked your poor pussy til there was nothing left, pulling away from your clit with a ‘pop’. you continued to shake, eyes squeezed shut. twilight ran his hands up and down your body, massaging the tense muscles. he didn’t need you cramping, he still hadn’t fucked you full of cum.

he gave you a minute before he spoke. “you said you’re sorry?” “mhm,” you whimpered in response. he smiled softly, grabbing your chin and kissing you deeply so you could taste yourself on his tongue. “how you gonna make it up to me? you thought i’d let ya off that easy, brat?” you flinched at his words. his tone was sinister, holding promises that tonight would not end well for you.

“y’know, i was thinkin’ ‘bout you all day. your pretty face never leaves my mind,” he spoke quietly. “neither does that pretty cunt. thought about how my sweet darling feels so good when i fuck them. after all, don’t i deserve something for dealin’ with that nasty attitude of yours?”

as mean as he sounded, he was testing you. seeing if you wanted to stop. after all of that? fuck no. you needed him to batter your pussy til it was sore. you whimpered once more as you nodded, which made your lover laugh.

“there’s my good doll. just needed me to take care of you, right? then you’ll stop all that bitchin’?”

he finally stripped himself of his clothing, making you drool at the sight of him. you squirmed once more, whining at him. “liiiiiiink!” his dick throbbed painfully at the sound of his name coming from you. “please lemme go, i wanna hold you too.”

you’re so damn cute. how could he say no to such a precious request? he was gonna destroy you.

twilight untied the rope binding your wrists, sighing dreamily when your arms wrapped around his neck. maybe he should let you get this needy more often.

“you ready, darlin’?”

“y-yes, please give it to me,” you whispered, looking him right in the eyes. he could’ve came right then and there.

slowly, he pushed his cock into you, the stretch making you hiss. it felt like he was splitting you open every time and you adored it. a broken moan left your throat, toes curling so hard it hurt. twilight was no better off, shuddering when his hips met yours.

“oh my— fuck, move!” you yelped. he started at an easy pace, letting you get used to his size. your eyes rolled into the back of your head, the pleasure sending you into a frenzy. hell, twilight could even feel you trying to fuck him back, your hips chasing his whenever he pulled back.

“that’s it, fuck, let me feel you,” he growled, gradually increasing his pace. your cunt was so wet, clenching around him so hard, he felt like he was in heaven.

“my p-precious darlin’ was just waitin’ for me, huh? needed me to bury my cock in ya? ‘s that all?”

“yes! yesyesyes, please! i love you so much, please!”

twilights pace stuttered, a choked groan tumbling out of his mouth. “i love you, too. gonna make me cum.” you were about to cum yourself, thighs shaking violently. you pulled him into a searing kiss that sent both of you over the edge. you were cumming so hard you couldn’t breathe, cunt squirting all over your husband and yourself. he moaned loudly, thrusts slowing but never stopping as he fucked his cum into you.

you started growing sensitive once more, begging him to stop, to take a break. but he couldn’t, not when you missed him so much and your pussy fucked him so good. twilight suddenly started fucking you at an animalistic pace, his grip on your hips bruising. you were screaming, certain that the entire village could hear you. your poor neighbors.

“fuckfuck, can’t stop, so fuckin’ good, need more,” he moaned out, throwing your legs over his shoulders. your back arched almost painfully. he was so deep you could only feel him. everything felt so good, too good, and you weren’t sure if you could handle any more.

“link, it’s too good! c-can’t take it! can’t— oh my— hahhhh!” your fucked out babbling was cut short as you came again, squirting all over the two of you once more. you felt so good, you were sobbing. twilight chuckled darkly.

“there ya go, jus’ like that. give me all of it til there’s nothin’ left, you hear me?”

#head in hands.#i’m gonna go insane #kore.writes #link x reader #link x reader smut #loz #loz x reader smut #legend of zelda x reader #legend of zelda x reader smut #loz x reader #kores.blurbs

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dontexpectmuch · 1 year

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hi!! firstly i just wanna let u know how much i love ur posts, you’re very talented n i enjoy ur work a lot !! id like to req a post about how jude would be when taking care of his s/o when they’re ill (i’m sick rn and its all ive been able to think about today lol) tysm in advance !! take care <3

you tiptoed quietly out of your room, trying your best to avoid drawing any attention to your movements. it felt like walking in a lion’s den, any noise and you’d immediately be noticed.

your eyelids felt heavy, your throat was itchy and your nose was stuffed, but you really wanted to make yourself some tea with honey and maybe grab some snacks. you were supposed to rest, drinking loads of water and staying in bed, but you really wanted to finish your essay, feeling restless at the thought of the deadline nearing.

“what are you doing?” a stern voice appeared from behind you, your plan of staying unnoticed going down the drain.

halting your movements, you turn around with a sheepish smile on your tired face, looking at your boyfriend whose body leaned against the kitchen doors frame. “hey, jude.” you greet him, eyes never leaving his face as he steps closer to you, arms on each side of your body, kind of caging you between the kitchen counter and his body.

“so?” he questioned again, tilting his head. his gaze was quite intense, you note, feeling nervous at his closeness.

“i wanted to drink some tea?” your answer sounded more like a question, fidgeting with your fingers and lowering your gaze to avoid his.

jude clears his throat, leaning back and crossing his arms infront of his chest, his eyebrows were drawn together, “babe!” he begins, voice laced with frustration, “i told you to tell me! you gotta rest, y’know.”

“but, jude, c’mon i’m bored! laying all day in bed with nothing to do exhausts me more than working.” you argue back, hands dancing around the air as if to highlight your point better.

“mum told me you need to rest.” jude reasons, grabbing your shoulders to lead you back to your bedroom, hands slightly massaging your tense muscles while he was at it. “i’ll get you your tea, babe.”

rolling your eyes, you sit down on your bed and look up at your boyfriend. he seemed pretty serious about his job as your caretaker, going as far as to ask his mum about how to take care of you, looking up recipes for all different kinds of soups and refusing to let you do any work, insisting that you should be resting as much as you could.

“shouldn’t you be at training?” you ask, leaning back on your hands, watching as jude lits up some candles that were in your room, mumbling something about setting the mood right.

“told them that there’s an emergency.” he replied, smiling at you. “can’t let my baby be all alone at time like this.” he comes up to you again, leaning down to press a soft kiss on your forehead.

“jude, that’s too much! you can’t skip practice because of this.” you scold him, face showing your disapproval clearly, “‘ts not even serious, just a mild cold.” shaking your head, you get up and walk to your desk to grab your laptop.

jude watches you, eyes narrowed, as you walk back to your bed and lean your back against your many pillows. “what are you doing?”

“working on my essay.” you shrugged. if you can’t do anything at all, you might just finish that annoying essay.

“nah, put that back, babe.” jude moves to take your laptop away, but you act fast and turn your back facing him, shielding your laptop from his hands.

“jude, please.” you plead, sighing. jude stemmed his hands on his hips, looking at you before he also sighed.

“fine, but you’re not leavin’ this room, ‘m bein’ serious.” he comes to a decision, watching you as you happily nod.

as you continued your work, jude went back to the kitchen to make you some tea and get you your snacks, talking to his mum on the phone at the same time to complain about your behavior, hoping she’d back his point up, to no avail, though, as she also believes that jude is slightly exaggerating.

you giggled at the sight of jude concentrating on bringing your tea, beverage filled up to the brim. he looked really cute and made you feel grateful for his presence and concern for your well-being.

“you’d make a good house-husband, you know?” you point out as he cleans up your desk.

“oh, shut up.”

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i like y’all or wtv 🙄

#football one shot #football x reader #jude bellingham one shot #jude bellingham x reader #jude bellingham #jude bellingham imagine #jude bellingham x you #x reader #jude bellingham fluff #football

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angelyuji · 3 months

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yandere superman headcanons

tw kidnapping, "nice" guys/incel behavior (kinda), isolation as punishment, manipulation, yandere stuff... the usual

yandere clark kent x gn!reader

diana prince is next guys I LOVE WOMEN!!! lemme know abt any tags i miss or just any other superman thoughts (yandere or not) cuz i love superman a lot

hes so big and buff and strong

hhnhsdngnnhnhnngnfhgnnngngn

sorry

ive been obsessed with superman and lois recently and i thought to myself “i need him so bad id do unspeakable things”

ALSOOOOOO have u guys seen the new superman??? ohmygodddd HELLOOO SAILOR

anyway here we go :)

sweetest kindest angel alive… at first glance

actual clark is genuinely the best sweetest guy in the world and i don’t think that would technically change but if anything he’d start buying into the incel/nice guy pills and that’s what would warp him

he’s literally sooo sweet to you (i cant get over how much a of cutie pie clark kent is)

ok pause lemme start from the beginning

when he first met you, he was e n a m o u r e d like he thinks youre the most beautiful person in the world type stuff

at first, the relationship is normal, you guys are friends, study buddies, coworkers, yk normal shit

he’s still super in love but hes kinda aware that its one-sided and he can’t make you like him

you guys are super close friends tho

but as his crush progresses, he starts to consult more than his friends and normal relationship advice, he starts to consult incel chatrooms and subreddits

he wants to go further than friendship with you, but all the guys in these chatrooms are telling him awful things abt u. for example:

‘hi! requesting help for getting out of the friendzone with my friend’ i’ve been friends with them for a long time, but i see them as more than a friend. ive had to watch as they date all these awful people and i just want them to see me more than a friend. any advice is appreciated!

– dude these ungrateful bitches are never gonna see u

– people like them never see the good guy until its too late

– u just gotta make them like u, nobody understands the nice guy until u make them

– all of these responses are so weird, just be normal and flirt a little!

ur stupid fuckign idiot nice guys don’t get a chance till u make them give u chance

women are so fucking stupid

reading all these “helpful” comments really warped his mindset

he went from innocent farm boy to incel misogynist becuz

they have to be right! like why else have u not given him the time of day as more than a friend

so soon, ur gonna notice these changes

he went from being supportive bestie to making snide comments, putting you down, making moves on you that you clearly don’t want

ur hurt, heartbroken, your friend became something unrecognizable

u’ll ask for some distance, just to think abt if u want to continue the friendship and clark will realize that he can’t make you like him from just this

so you’re gonna go home, take a nap, and next thing you know you’re getting snatched from bed by freaking superman

he genuinely believes he’s done the right thing

he’ll bring u to the fortress first. he has everything set up already, so u wont freeze or starve to death

i wont bore with the details but he would NEVER lay a hand on u

that’s NOT my superman

its more like

“i need you to eat something.” clark begs you, his eyes filled with worry. he had crouched down next to where you sat. clark had given you free-reign around his fortress, but you chose to sit in the corner near the entrance.

“fuck you.” you turn away from him, anger dripping from your voice. you haven’t eaten since he brought you to his ice castle, but you can’t remember how long ago that was. you missed home, your friends, your family. you missed freedom. you hear clark sigh.

“you’re gonna get sick if you keep going like this, (y/n).” his hand touches your face and you slap his hand away. you know there was no way you could hurt superman, but he holds his hand looking hurt, and you feel a twinge of guilt. he holds out a bag from Big Belly Burgers and places it next to you.

you scooch back, your back hitting the wall, not willing to back down. “i’ll eat if you let me go.” you feel like a child throwing a tantrum, but you would do anything to go home.

you see him rub his forehead in frustration, “this isn’t working.” he mutters to himself. you don’t say anything, wanting to see what he would do. instead of trying to fight you again, clark picks up the bag. “i’ll come back when you’re ready.” he says.

“come back? what are you talking ab-” in one blast of air, clark was gone and you were alone.

days had gone by, you felt like you were going crazy from the solitude and the hunger. thankfully, clark had left mountains of water bottles for you, so you tried to fill up with those. it wasn’t enough, you had started to miss your kidnapper’s company after many conversations with yourself. all you could do was sleep or stare at the wall, blankly. after a week, you couldn’t take the isolation. “clark?” you call out, weakly. not a moment passes before he appeared before you.

his eyes were filled with pity and worry, “are you ready, sweetheart?” his hands cup your face and you lean into the warmth, nodding.

he could never hurt you. that entire week away was killing him, but the commenters were right. you just needed to know that he was all you needed.

#like and reblog <3 #yandere #x reader #yandere x reader #gender neutral reader #kidnapping #yandere clark kent #yandere superman #yandere clark kent x reader #yandere superman x reader #yandere headcanons #clark kent x reader #superman x reader #incels #hashtag nice guys #isolation #starvation

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444rockstargf · 7 months

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euronymous and reader have a huge fight and euro ends up getting so mad at her that he hits and she starts crying immediately and he feels so bad because he promised her he would never hit her no matter how mad he got anyways he’s like apologizing and kissing her and like carry’s her to their room but she’s still tryna put up a weak fight but she obviously gives up really fast and they just lay in bed while euro holds her and continues to shower her with love and apologies (ik u kind of already made one lik dis but i eat these up everytime mb)

ask & you shall receive (omg i think ive been spelling that wrong the entire time)

"why are you so mean?" | euronymous

meet me in the pale moonlight. - lana del rey

✮⋆˙ [tags] @faesucksass @lustkillers @mayathepsychic1999 @josibunn @si1nful-symph0ny @vanlisbon @simply-stellarr

female!reader x euronymous

word count: 888 (lucky number yall)

contents: angst

“why can’t you just listen to me for once?!” you latched onto his arm as he started to storm off. he immediately pushed you off, shoving you back into the wall. “why can’t you try to have a normal conversation?! having to listen to you whine every day has become such a pain in my ass and i’m sick of it!” he snapped back at you.

euronymous had come home after a bad day. you’d tried to cheer him up by cuddling with him for a little, only resulting in you getting pushed off. you’d asked why he was so upset, but that didn’t go so well, and that’s how you got here.

“can’t you just tell me what’s wrong?! i just wanna help you but you keep shutting me out!” he tried to walk away from you again, but you stood in front of him, blocking his path. he stares daggers at you as he speaks his following harsh words. “well maybe i don’t want a whiny little bitch getting all up in my business. ever thought of that?”

you stood there, staring blankly at him. euronymous had gotten mad at you before, but it had never to the point of him insulting you. a wave of anger washed over you. “how could you say that to me?! i’m you’re girlfriend, for crying out loud!” you started backing up from him a little, bracing yourself for a loud response.

his pale cheeks flushed red. “oh yeah? well maybe that’s where i went wrong in the first place! you’re so clingy it’s like i’m not even allowed to breathe when i’m around you!” you noticed that his fists were balled and trembling slightly, but you paid no attention to that. “well maybe if you communicated with me more, we wouldn’t even be having this argument! i feel like you don’t even care about this relationship anymore!”

“you think i dont care? you’re the worst thing that’s ever happened to me. never forget that.” his tone is more cold and bitter than you’ve ever heard before. you think that he might truly mean everything that he’s saying to you, and the thought makes your entire body weak. you feel your heart breaking with every word he says, but manage to get one last thing out. “i wish i never met you! this relationship was a mistake.”

you saw him raise his fist. before you could process another thought, you felt a firm hand strike you right on the cheek, surely leaving a bruise. you fell to the ground, the impact being strong enough to completely throw off your balance. euronymous glared at you as you struggled to get up. “say that again, whore. i dare you.” you managed to stumble up on your feet, holding your cheek gingerly. you looked at him with tear-filled eyes before running off into your bedroom, only catching a glimpse of his regretful expression.

you walked in and slammed the door shut behind you, collapsing onto the ground as you choked out pained sobs. it didn't take half a brain to know that your relationship had been falling apart, but you’d been trying your best to revive things while they could still be saved. but maybe you were screwed from the very beginning and didn’t even know.

your thoughts were interrupted by a gentle, almost nervous knock on the door. you weren’t in the mood to talk. “go away.” your voice was raspy and slightly muffled. “angel… please…” you couldn’t quite make it out, but it sounded like he was crying. you sighed, standing up and walking over to the bed, sitting down with your arms crossed.

he opened the door, sheepishly peeking his head through the crack. he met your angry gaze with one of pain and regret. he slowly walked in, closing the door behind him. he couldn’t look directly at you as he sat beside you on the bed, but you could tell that the argument was killing him on the inside. “...i’m sorry…” he whispered so softly that you could barely hear him.

he scoops you up into his arms, planting a soft kiss on the place where he hit you. you were still giving him the cold shoulder, refusing to let him think that you had forgiven him. he wraps his arms around your waist, holding you like you were a fragile bird that had fallen out of its nest. you refused to even look in his direction, but the way he peppered soft little kisses all over you made it difficult to stay so mad at him.

you half glanced at him, but that was all it took to bring a little smile onto his face. he laid down, pulling you on top of him as he kissed your forehead. “i know i’m an asshole. i’m so sorry for what i did… i-i didn’t mean to break my promise…” his voice broke midway through the sentence.

you sigh, looking down. he looks at you directly in the eye. “i’ll never hurt you like that again. i swear it.” the way his voice shook told you how much he feared losing you. you rested your head on his chest, hearing his heart racing. he wrapped an arm around you, pulling you close to him and letting you know that he would never let anyone hurt you again.

author's note: this was a little rushed, im sorry :(( and it was in my drafts for a long long time. but i hope you liked it :)) xoxo

#rory culkin #euronymous #lords of chaos #lana del rey #444rockstargf

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lesbolieeh · 10 months

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She left behind a poem

Yuna (ITZY) ✦ Fem!Reader

WC—3.8 ✦ k

THEMES—sfw ✦ light angst ✦ future fluff (?) ✦ best friend au ✦ crush au

WARNING—anxiety ✦ heartbreak ✦ crying yuna :(

NOW PLAYING—Jenny (I Wanna Ruin Our Friendship) ✦ Studio Killers

[A/N.] 언니 (eonni) = older sister

Original ver. “The Notebook” (Somi x reader)

M.LISTS—itzy ✦ latest updates ✦ read on wp

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Today was one of those bad fucking days. One of those days when you can't find any positivity in anything. One of those days when you don't feel like talking to the people you love the most. One of those days when you just want to give up.

The first thing you saw in the morning was a the notification of a text from your girlfriend. Looking at the white speech bubble is something you usually look forward to when you see Somi's name bright up your screen, knowing she always has something entertaining to tell.

But this particular morning she said something you wish were a joke.

SomSom babieboo💞

[ive been thinking lately and _____ i think we need a break]

😘🤌👅🍒🍑✂️🌈☀️

[You're not going to tell me why?]

Seen 10:17

You asked her the first thing that came to your mind. She couldn't possibly just expect you to be OK with having a break without a reason, right?

After an hour you accepted the fact that she had left you on read and that she wasn't going to reply anytime soon.

Maybe it was because she called you _____.

She never called you by your name. Only your friends called you that. She was supposed to call you weird or cheesy pet names and nothing else!

She left you with a headache. She left you with your bad thoughts and theories. Damn you, Somi.

It was very human-like of you to be in a bad mood. Only a robot would feel nothing in this situation. The day wouldn't get any worse. You were going to make sure of it! Your mood may have been bad, but you weren't going to let anyone else get affected by it. Lashing out on innocent people because you don't feel good on the inside is something you hated doing.

Today you were going to hang out with your best friend, Yuna, have a picnic on a park next to the Han river. Yuna had packed a cute pink basket (that she had specifically bought for you two to use for picnics together since they happened at least thrice a month) which was filled with tuna and kimchi kimbap, green grapes, two clementines and some churro flavored chips and you had packed a large outdoor blanket so Yuna wouldn't have too much to carry. For almost a week you two hadn't met up and you both missed each other and wanted to make up for the days you had spent apart so of course you went for the nice, typical no-homo picnic hang out session.

But no.

You weren't going to meet Yuna and ruin her parade with the rain cloud that was following you around wherever you went since you opened your eyes this dark morning. No, you weren't going to let the first time you two meet in such a long time be ruined by the sad news you got this ugly morning.

언니 🥰

[I can't hang out today, sorry]

Baby Yunanana🍓

[why not?☹️]

언니 🥰

[I'm not feeling too well]

Baby Yunanana🍓

[it's ok i'll get some soup for u😊]

언니 🥰

[No, you don't need to, I don't want you to get sick!]

Baby Yunanana🍓

[but ive missed u sm☹️]

언니 🥰

[We'll meet another day I promise to make up for this!]

And so you put the phone gently on the table to lay on the sofa and binge watch some random show. You made sure to turn your phone off first since you knew you'd cut Somi some slack in case you read any persuasive text from her — she's good with words and making you feel loved. Whilst you were looking through all the lists Netflix had created for you, which were filled with movies and series you either had already seen or weren't interested in, Yuna was still expectantly waiting for her screen to go bright.

She must be joking, she thought.

Unlike you, Yuna's morning had started out brilliant. From the moment she opened her eyes, she was smiling and full of energy, excited to hang out with you after not seeing you for five whole days. She had missed you. Spending time with you was one of her favorite hobbies! Since you two had picnics regularly you two had decided that you would take turns in deciding and packing the picnic basket and this time it was Yuna's turn! She had been so excited all week, planning out a shopping list days before. She had specifically purchased grapes this time because she had this fantasy of putting one in your mouth (which sounded weird, but it would feel intimate to feed you fruit) and also playing around and throwing grapes up in the air and catching them in the mouth.

Needless to say, she liked you a little more than a best friend should and that was a bit of a problem. Her friends kept telling her that it was stupid to spend so much time with you and that Yuna should either try to ignore her emotions or she should distance herself from you until she loses feelings, because it was unfair to hurt herself by giving herself false hopes of getting somewhere with a taken girl.

And Yuna knew it. For so long, she'd known that it was a bad idea to like you. You didn't like her in the same way, and you even had a girlfriend for fuck's sake — and a really pretty one at that! But no matter how many red flags there were, she still wanted to spend everyday with you. She didn't want a week to go by without being with you. She wanted to cuddle with you on a picnic blanket. She wanted to kiss you when you visited photo booths. She wanted to share shirts with you. She wanted to stay up late and talk until you two fell asleep in each others' arms. She wanted to be the only one you called Baby.

Wondering why you called Yuna 'Baby' when you already were in a relationship with Somi? Well, Baby had been Yuna's nickname before you even met Somi (yes, you'd known Yuna longer than you'd known Somi, yet you still found yourself in a relationship with the latter — or not anymore actually). And though your (then) girlfriend never liked it, you had convinced her it was just a friendly pet name. Because that's exactly what it was.

To you.

To Yuna it was the closest she'd ever feel to being your girlfriend. But you started using that pet name less and ever since Somi came around and ruined everything more than it already was ruined. Yuna even had to change her contact name on your phone to include the word 'baby' so you wouldn't forget to call her that.

She loathed Somi.

Somi was always the reason why you couldn't hang out with your bestfriend for too long, why you couldn't call her Baby on certain occasions and why you couldn't look at her as a potential girlfriend. Somi was an attention thief. Not really. But it felt like it. Yuna was jealous of everything Somi had with you.

Because your girlfriend obviously was a threat, Yuna felt like she needed even more of your validation than before (which was already a lot). She needed your attention. If you ignored her she'd think it was your way of telling her that you had left her completely for Somi. Ridiculous! She shouldn't feel like you owe attention to her.

Your friendly fucking friendship was the closest thing Yuna had to being together with you in the way she really wanted, so she valued it a lot. Not having you as her girlfriend was painful enough, but not having you as even her friend would break her.

Right now you weren't validating your time together, nor your friendship — or at least it felt like it to Yuna. She always needed. Your attention and unlike normally, she wasn't getting it right now. Her smile dropped and so did her excitement for the day.

Was this the end?

She knew that spending one week without each other would lead to more time for you to spend with your damn girlfriend but she didn't know it would lead to the end of your friendship.

No way she'd bail on the picnic plans.

Baby Yunanana🍓

[can i pls come over? i bought fruits for u<33 i'm sure fruits is exactly what u need right now!!]

Baby Yunanana🍓

[idc if i get sick or not bc i still wanna hang out w u]

Baby Yunanana🍓

[pls 언니]

Sent 11:33

You had ignored her only once before and it was a horrible experience.

The way you ignored her (on accident) was so hurtful that she had to leave the gathering that she had looked forward to for so long, confusing the other guests, to go and lock herself in a bathroom so she could cry without bothering anyone. You'd gone right after her since you knew it wasn't very Yuna-like to leave a fun time for no reason. After you had knocked on the door and reassured her you were her best friend and not a random person coming to make fun of her, she let you in the bathroom.

The sight you were met by was her crumbling figure on the floor and overflowing tears on her cheeks. She had thought that you wanted nothing to do with her. Stupid you didn't see the obvious signs. It was because of the fact that you hadn't paid any attention to her that Yuna had gotten the idea that you had grown bored of her or that you wanted to leave her for Somi (she hadn't told you the latter part, of course). And weeks later you did get together with Somi. And that made her cry herself to sleep for days which you never knew.

How much your lack of attention and affection for Yuna had affected her was scary. And a fucking sign, you idiot. Nobody gets so worked up over the loss of affection of someone they view as a friend. Ever since that incident you'd made sure to always remind her of how much you value your friendship.

Except for today.

She thought she had made it clear enough to you that you never ever should ignore her unless you really meant It. Unless you really wanted to part ways. To go from the bestest friends to cold acquaintances. Some people might think it's crazy to be this attached to a best friend but you weren't just her best friend. You were her love and happiness. Without you she didn't have either.

Five minutes passed since she triple texted you and she still had no reply. Slowly she felt how her tummy was turning into knots and how her eyes started stinging.

Baby Yunanana🍓

[ur making me worried]

Baby Yunanana🍓

[hey!! text me so ik u didn't die from choking on strawberry milk 언니😰]

Baby Yunanana🍓

[r u ignoring me?🫠]

Baby Yunanana🍓

[unless u have corona, meet me by the river at 6 if u care abt me. i need to talk to u abt smth important]

Sent 12:04

If you didn't show up she knew for sure that you had left her behind forever. If you did show up then she'd confess to you. So spontaneous. She couldn't keep her feelings away from you for another year because it wasn't healthy and she knew it. She knew she would have to tell you about her feelings sooner or later. And after being without you for a whole ass week and after experiencing the cruel punishment that is being ignored and even thinking you broke your dear friendship off, she knew the time had come for her to finally woman up and confess.

Whilst she was anxiously thinking through why she made such a bold move and possibly ruined any future she had with you, the girl she loved was being lazy and stuffing her face in pillows in front of a TV.

one season of Young Royals later...

Tossed between blankets and an overflow of pillows, your tummy roared like a lion. You hadn't eaten anything yet. Maybe it was time to do something other than numbing your feelings with Netflix and the drinks you had at home? As you stood up you felt heavy. You had moved maximum 100 meters in the past few hours — to go to the bathroom then kitchen and back to the living room — and it had taken a toll on your body physically.

Fuck.

You sat back down on your sofa and brought your phone to view after hours without it.

[6 new messages from Baby Yunanana🍓]

Fuck. The last message was sent so long ago. You looked at your windows. It was dark outside. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. As fast as you physically could, you put on a pair of shoes and a jacket with your aching limbs.

In just a few minutes you were on your way to the closest bus station. The whole bus ride to the river was filled with thoughts putting you down. Your favorite person in the world was sensitive about this stuff and you hurt her. You were supposed to not let your bad mood affect anybody around you. But who were you kidding? Of course something had to go wrong with an idea you constructed and analyzed for four microseconds.

Before you knew it you had arrived at the destination. You were speed walking to the river. You two always went to the exact same spot by the river since it was usually vacant, by some miracle, and had a pretty view of a bridge.

You were naive enough to think that isolating yourself from your bestfriend and your phone would help solve your problems, so you were certainly naive enough to go and check if Yuna was still at your meeting place hours after you were supposed to meet her. What if she wasn't there? What if she was there?

The water was shimmering from the moonlight and next to it was a bench and a thin, tall silhouette. Your eyes widened. Could it be...? Sniffles. That's the sound that came from their direction. You walked closer and could make out the lines of a figure that was all too familiar.

"Baby?"

The silhouette turned around and though it was dark you could see that it in fact was her. You quickly sat down beside her and noticed that a couple of notebooks were scattered on the ground next to a bike. You didn't know what to do, never having seen glad Yuna cry. After another particularly loud sniffle you turned your attention back to her. The light of the moon exposed the redness and tears on her face. For hours she'd been outside and her face was still wet with tears.

"Why are you still out at this hour?"

She choked on her tears and rested her face in her hands, "Because I'm a fool."

"No, you're not a—"

"Why are you here?" she interrupted you.

Touché.

"You told me to meet you if I care about you."

"You come here hours later as if I don't mean anything to you," she hurried out before her voice could crack.

"I'm sorry about that. But if I didn't care about you I wouldn't show up at all," you spoke with a soft tone. The last thing you wanted was to be harsh, especially since you were the reason your best friend was upset.

"Why did you do this to me, 언니?" she looked you in the eyes as if she'd find any answers inside them.

"I promise I didn't do it on purpose. I would never hurt you on purpose," you took her hands into yours, oblivious to how the simple gesture made Yuna a bit hopeful on the inside.

Her hands were so cold it was shocking that she was shaking because of her crying and not because of the ice-like coldness. That's what happens when you're out for hours when there's no sun — or person — to keep you warm.

"I saw the messages 20 minutes ago and got here immediately. I would never purposely ignore you, Baby."

You made sure to use her nickname in almost every sentence you spoke, silently telling her that you don't want to fight. Slowly you brought her hands to your lips and kissed them lightly, five kisses on each hand for every finger. She looked at your lovely action and felt how her tears were slowing down. The kisses didn't make her warm — maybe for a second — but at least they made her feel somewhat better inside.

"I'm so, so sorry you had to be here in the cold," you apologized and kept her hands in yours as an attempt to warm them.

One part of Yuna wanted to continue being mad and make you feel bad for the hurt you'd caused her but the bigger part wanted you to hold her in your arms. She loved you and couldn't stay mad at you for long even if she tried.

"I-It's OK, 언니. At least you're here now," she whispered and looked at your locked hands, admiring the sight since it may never happen again — or maybe she should make sure her hands are cold more often—

You sent her a sorrowful smile and let her head rest on your shoulder, resting your own against it as an instinct, both from being comfortable and tired.

"From now on I will check if I have any texts every hour for you," you said with an exaggerated joking voice to lighten the mood.

She giggled. You weren't even being that funny but you were both tired and sad, so anything even a tiny bit funny was hilarious to both of you.

"What did you want to tell me before, Baby?" you whispered into her fluffy hair and petted it.

Should she tell you how she feels? Should she possibly ruin this? If she told you how she truly felt, would you ever kiss her hands like you did just now? Would you ever touch her this caringly ever again? Would you continue to call her Baby? Or would all of that be gone due to your loyalty to your sweet precious girlfriend Somi?

For hours Yuna had been outside in the cold waiting for the love of her life so she could tell her the truth. But it took time before you, the love of her life, showed up. Too long.

When a person is alone outside with notebooks filled with blank pages to write feelings and stories in, it's easy to let emotions take over. She ended up writing around seven poems. Some poems were really cheesy and written in the spirit of the moment. Some didn't even rhyme. Some were a perfect description of where she was in her non-existing love life.

But they all had one thing in common.

They were melancholic and written from the point of view of a woman who was hopelessly in love with her best friend.

"Nothing. I just wanted to have a picnic with you, 언니. I was just being dramatic to convince you to come despite feeling under the weather," she lied right through her teeth.

That made no sense because you two had never been on a picnic after sunset and Yuna would never lie to make you come see her. But you were tired and desperate to leave the cold outside, so you chuckled lightly, believing her immediately.

"Then where are the snacks?" you asked, confused since the only things around you were notebooks, a bike and water.

"I ate them."

Laughter filled the air; your genuine one and her fake one.

You put your face in her cheek, making her blush (not that you'd notice, since her cheeks were already red from before), "Well, my tummy is a little too thin right now, so let's go somewhere."

"In the middle of the night?" she questioned.

"Yes," you smiled against her cheek and she felt it, making her smile too.

"OK."

You both were still smiling when you were picking up all the notebooks to get ready for the ride. Jokes were thrown here and there. It was as if nothing had happened. You both knew it was a misunderstanding and you valued the friendship with the other too much to put energy into arguing. And you were tired too, so the argument wouldn't even be that epic even if you tried.

"What about your bike?"

"Oh nooo! The buses are always so full now that it's too late to take the subway!" Yuna whined.

"You know what? Since I was a jerk you can go take a warm bus while I ride in the cold," you said impulsively.

"B-But, 언니—" she smiled, flattered.

"B-But nothing," you interrupted her and sat down on the bike. Anyone who had spoken to you knew you were stubborn. She laughed. The little sadness she had left was gone by now. Her cheeks were dry. Still red, but not from crying, now they were red from blushing.

"OK, whatever you say, 언니."

"You brought a transport card right?" you made sure since she came by bike.

"Yes I do~ See you in an hour, 언니," she winked at you and waved with a smile brighter than the moon before running to the bus that just arrived.

You waved back to her and got ready to bike — you definitely needed a head start. But before you started you couldn't help but see something white standing out in the darkness.

It was another one of Yuna's notebooks. You must've been too tired to notice it when you were picking them up. Thankfully the notebook was open or else you wouldn't have noticed it as it had a dark cover. You took it into your hands. To make sure it really was Yuna's you needed to read at least a snippet.

You prayed it was Yuna's because it would be worse if you read a stranger's private thoughts than your best friend's since you already knew all her secrets. The snippet was Yuna's. It was from one of the pages of poems that didn't rhyme, that was very cheesy but depicted how sappy she was feeling and also told her part of the story that you never knew.

i want to feel my best friend's lips on my lips

ugh how much of a cliche gay can i be haha

i don't want her to call me 'baby' only

i want her to call me 'mine'

i want to call her that too

You drop the book on the grass. So that's what she wanted to tell you.

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❝ Jenny, darling, you're my best friend

But there's a few things that you don't know of

Why I borrow your lipstick so often

I'm using your shirt as a pillow case

(...)

I've been doing bad things that you don't know about

Stealing your stuff now and then

Nothing you'd miss, but it means the world to me ❞

—chubby cherry; 2013

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rocknrollbabe14 · 2 years

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Sugar, Spice, and Everything Nice (Joseph X Reader) REQUEST

Rating: 18+ MINORS DO NOT INTERACT!

Warnings: Joseph fluff in the beginning, mentions of being self-conscious, hormonal, mentions of pregnancy, morning sickness, self-consciousness, body changes, SMUT AT THE END.

@josephs-quinns

You looked in the mirror taking a last glance at yourself in your pink dress that really accentuated your growing baby bump. It looked like your stomach had ballooned overnight. You rubbed your hand over your belly easily, feeling your baby girl laying on your right side as usual.

“Love, are you ready? Everyone’s going to be waiting on us.”, you heard the voice of your husband, Joseph calling out from the bedroom.

“Babe, my bump is huge.”, you sighed in the mirror as you pulled your dress tight around your bump.

Joseph came in the bathroom. “Baby, you’re pregnant with my baby. Your belly is supposed to get bigger.”, he chuckled.

“Yeah but this big? Like overnight?”, you asked, rubbing your bump.

He chuckled again. “Baby, you're only six months. We have three more to go.”

You groaned and rolled your eyes as you walked out of the bathroom, your hormones in full effect.

Joseph was dressed in a blue suit. He looked very dapper and attractive. It was obvious how you’d ended up pregnant. The thought made you smile and chuckle even though you felt like a cow.

He followed you out to the bedroom. “Baby, you’re beautiful.”

You rolled your eyes easily again. “I don’t feel it.”

“You are, baby. So beautiful and cute with your little baby bump.”, he smiled as he placed his hand on your bump, rubbing it as he leaned in for a kiss,

As soon as Joseph touched your belly, your baby girl started doing somersaults. He smirked, bending down to eye level with your bump. You smiled down at him. You couldn’t be mad at that face and how cute he was being towards you and your growing bump.

“Are you giving mommy a hard time?”, he whispered to your bump, rubbing it easily before kissing it.

You felt her move under Joe’s touch, calming down slightly. She would move for you too when you were home and sitting on the couch, relaxing. Or while you were in bed waiting on Joe to finish his nightly routine. Even when you were trying to fall asleep. But there was just a difference when Joseph rubbed your belly. She knew the difference.

“Be easy on mommy today. For daddy.”, he smiled up at you before kissing your bump again and getting up from his knee.

He put his hand on the small of your back as you grabbed your small purse while he grabbed the car keys. You all made your way downstairs and out the door. The car ride was uneventful but cute. Joseph sang along to pop hits on the radio, trying to make you laugh or smile. He succeeded. He rested one hand on your bump, alternating between your bump and thigh.

You had no clue when those two pink lines popped up that it would be like this. You and Joe hadn’t been married a long time when you found out you were pregnant. You were never scared to tell Joseph you were pregnant. Just nervous. However, he was over the moon when you told him he was going to be a father. He handled it amazingly. You, on the other hand, were a little worried. Joseph was super reassuring, one of the qualities you loved about him.

Your pregnancy went well other than your extreme morning sickness. For a few days, you couldn’t even get out of bed. You lived on saltines and sips of water. Joseph was very worried and asked you if you would be willing to go to the hospital. You agreed reluctantly. Part of you felt dumb for going to the hospital for something like vomiting.

The ER doctor was super nice, telling Joseph he had done the right thing by bringing you. They held you for the night. The doctor ordered you IV Zofran and Compazine while giving you two bags of fluids—saying you were becoming severely dehydrated. You were finally able to tolerate food. They sent you home with Zofran pills, which your OB renewed your prescription for.

“She’s so active.”, you eyed Joseph as you repositioned yourself easily in the car seat.

He smirked. “She knows today is all about her.”

You smiled back at him easily. His brown eyes were full of love and excitement. He really wanted this. He was already an amazing father. You all pulled into the venue where Joseph’s friends and co-stars from Stranger Things were throwing you a baby shower. It was very sweet of them. They didn’t know just how much it meant to you.

Joseph helped you out of the vehicle and put his hand back on the small of your back as you entered the venue. He had done that since you all had been together. He was so protective of you and the baby. Especially if the paparazzi or fans saw you both out. He would put his arm out in front of your bump and his other would help move you along, keeping his hand on the small of your back as you both waded through the crowds of people. It was a bit overwhelming for you at first but he helped you through it.

You all barely cleared the door when Maya ran up to you both.

“Oh my God. Where have you been?” Look, your bump’s gotten so big. It’s so adorable on you.”, Maya smiled at you as she embraced you as best as she could with your bump before pulling away, continuing to admire your bump and how much it had changed.

You eyed Joe playfully as if to say ‘I told you so’.

“Can I feel her?”, Maya smiled excitedly.

You nodded. “Of course.”

You had barely had a chance to admire anything else. You watched for Maya’s reaction as she felt around on your belly. Her eyes finally lit up like a Christmas tree as you felt your baby girl move.

“Oh my God!”

Joseph smirked over at you as you smiled back at him brightly.

Maya smiled up at you again. “That’s so amazing.”

You smiled as she hugged you one more time before hugging Joseph. Everyone else was excited to see you all as you both took in the beautiful pink baby shower decorations. It was obvious that they had worked really hard to decorate the venue and it looked like they had hired professional party planners.

“Like it?”, Gaten smiled as you both were in complete awe that they’d do this to celebrate your baby girl.

“We love it.”, Joseph smiled, taking the words out of your mouth.

“It’s so sweet of you all.”, you felt the tears forming in your eyes.

There went your hormones again. Joseph rubbed your back easily, comforting you.

“Did I say something wrong?”, Gaten asked easily, visibly concerned.

“No it’s her hormones, isn’t it baby?”, Joe answered for you before he kissed your cheek.

You nodded as he pulled you into his arms. You hated to cry at such a happy, joyous event celebrating your baby girl. But it wasn’t that you were sad—so far from sad. You were just so overwhelmed that Joseph’s friends and co-stars thought enough of you and your baby girl to do this.

Natalia came up to help Gaten out.

“We all love you and Joe.”, Natalia smiled as she hugged you.

“You guys didn’t have to do all this.”, you sniffled.

Natalia pulled away, her hands resting on your shoulders as she eyed you. “It’s really nothing. We just wanted to do this for our friends.”

Natalia eyed your bump easily, beginning to talk to you about what had been going on in your pregnancy as Charlie Heaton came up and began congratulating Joe, giving him a pat on the back before they shared a hug.

“So hard to believe that you’re going to be a dad.”, Charlie chuckled to Joe.

“I know. I’m so ready.”, Joe smiled, shoving his hands in his pockets.

He was all giddy and it was so cute. You held Joe’s hand as you worked your way around the room, talking to everyone and using this as an opportunity to catch up. Jamie and Jess were there, patiently waiting their turn to get to speak to you both. You both saw them quite often as you double-dated a lot. Jamie and Joseph were very close. You were glad to see them among your all’s guest list.

“So glad that you both made it to your baby shower, darlings.”, Jamie smirked as he and Joseph hugged.

“Look at your bump.”, Jess smiled as you both hugged.

“Yeah, it kinda got this way literally overnight.”, you sighed as you placed your hand on your bump.

“It’s so cute.”, Jess beamed.

“See? Told you.”, Joseph playfully stuck his tongue out.

You rolled your eyes at him playfully, causing Jess to laugh.

“You look beautiful, darling. Just simply glowing.”, Jamie said as he hugged you.

Joseph hugged Jess in turn as you all continued to talk about the latest that was going on in your lives. Natalia and Maya soon grabbed everyone’s attention, beginning the baby shower festivities.

“Hello, all. We are here to celebrate Joseph and Y/N’s baby girl. So to begin we are going to start with some games.”

Excitement filled the room. You and Joseph smiled at one another as the games began. The first game was one where the guests guessed the prices of everyday baby items. Jamie, ironically, ended up winning. Jess pouted playfully, telling him he was just a good guesser. Natalia and Maya also lined up a baby word scramble. Gaten won that one, completing it the fastest and guessing all the words. It caused Joseph to laugh. Next, the guests cut a string to guess how big your bump was.

Once the games were completed, everyone was in a good mood. Chatter filled the room, and everyone was upbeat and happy to be there. Maya announced next everyone would eat. There were three tables filled with food and drinks including punch. So much food. You hoped your baby girl would cooperate and let you eat today. You still battled occasional nausea and vomiting, but it became dramatically better as your pregnancy progressed. There were finger foods such as chicken salad croissants, ham and cheese sliders, turkey and cheese pinwheels, potato salad, macaroni salad, pasta salad, rolls, and chips, along with cupcakes and a two-tiered pink and white cake.

It was more than you could have ever asked for or expected. Natalia let you and Joseph go first. You decided on some chicken salad croissants with some macaroni salad. Joseph poured your drink for you as you both walked over to the table. He grabbed your chair, pulling it out for you before kissing your cheek. You smiled, scooting yourself up as much as you could without your belly touching the table. You took a sip of your drink as Joseph sat down beside of you.

Everyone worked their way through the line, Gaten coming over to the table where you and Joseph sat.

“Hey, guys. I’m sorry I made you cry earlier, Y/N.”, Gaten sighed easily as he sat down.

“It wasn’t sad tears.”, you defended with a smile.

“I know but I’m just not used to women crying.”, Gaten chuckled lightly.

“Well, you’ll find out one day. They cry during their monthly and when they’re pregnant.”, Joe chuckled, gaining a glare from you.

“Well, sorry your daughter makes me cry and crave crazy things.”

He smirked, taking a drink. “I love it, baby. I mean I don’t love seeing you cry but I love that you’re having my baby.”

You smirked as you took a bite of food.

Gaten eyed you both easily, being humorous. “Women sound complicated.”

Joseph chuckled, a smile spreading across his lips. Gaten was becoming older, turning twenty. But to Joseph, he was still young. Both Joseph and Joe Kerry acted as a mentor to him. Joseph hadn’t known him as long since he had just become part of Stranger Things during season four as Eddie Munson. Eddie’s death severely impacted Joseph. Gaten played Dustin who struck up an unsuspecting friendship with Eddie “the freak” Munson. You had watched the show and even you cried when Eddie died in Dustin’s arms.

“I’ve missed you, Gaten.”, Joseph said quietly.

“I’ve missed you, Joe.”

They had a full-on brotherly moment. It was super cute, causing the entire room to awe and clap. A reunion worth seeing. Gaten and Joseph caught up while you all continued to eat, being sure to include you in their conversation. Once everyone was almost done eating, Natalia announced you all would be opening gifts before having dessert. It made you nervous to be the center of attention. Even at your wedding, it was hard to have all eyes on you.

However, on your wedding day, you felt beautiful and confident. Today, you felt huge and self-conscious. Maya smiled as she sat two chairs in the front of the room, before slipping a mother-to-be sash on you and pinning a father-to-be ribbon on Joseph. Maya and Natalia took turns bringing gifts to the front for you both to open while they admired you all opening the gifts.

“This is from Jamie and Jess. Thank you all so much.”, Joseph began as he helped you open the present.

You took the tissue paper out of the huge pink bag, tossing it to the side. You all hadn’t asked for anything big. Joseph’s mom and dad promised to get the crib and bassinet. You gasped happily as you pulled out a pink onesie that had the name of your baby girl on it—saying Hello I’m Amelia Wrenley with matching little pants and a headband. It would be a perfect coming-home outfit. Jess smiled at Jamie, knowing they had done well with her help, of course. You then pulled out a pink, mink blanket with her name on it. Joseph thought that was the most adorable thing he’d ever seen.

Truthfully, it made him dream that much more about bringing his baby girl home. He couldn’t wait to have both of his girls together.

“You guys didn’t have to do that.”, you smiled at them as Jess ran up to hug you again. “We’re definitely bringing her home in this.”

Continuing to open, presents you became more emotional—fighting to hold your hormones back. You were doing a good job, managing not to cry. Occasionally, Joseph would rub your back, aiding in keeping you from crying. Natalia and Charlie got you all a Lily Pulitzer crib bed set that came with sheets and a baby quilt. Along with some onesies and pacifiers. Joe Kerry and his girlfriend got you a playpen and some bottles. Finn got some outfits with the help of his mom, unsure what to get a baby.

It caused you and Joe both to laugh. Maya got you a bathtub along with a bath set for the baby. Everything you all received, you were very thankful and appreciative for. You were excited about dessert, you weren’t going to lie. You were practically craving it—oh the joys of pregnancy.

The evening concluded as Joseph loaded everything into your all’s SUV. You were saying goodbye to everyone, thanking them one last time for everything they had done, giving them hugs, and letting them feel the baby again. Joseph closed the hatch and took his turn thanking everyone and telling them goodbye, saving Jamie and Gaten for last. You watched their interaction, sure it was going to be adorable.

“You’re gonna be a great dad, Joseph.”, Gaten smiled.

“You think so?”, Joseph smiled easily.

“I know so.”

Joseph immediately took Gaten into an embrace, almost mirroring the exact hug Eddie had shared with Dustin. Jamie smiled, admiring their friendship. It was sweet, you had to agree.

“You definitely will, Joe.”, Jamie agreed.

You knew this made Joseph swell with pride. You knew he was going to be an amazing father. He was an amazing husband, the absolute best. He was there for you no matter what you were going through.

You all pulled into your driveway. You made a small noise as your baby girl punched into your ribs.

“Love, are you okay?”, Joseph asked as he shifted into park.

“Amelia just kicked my ribs.”, you breathed, rubbing your belly easily, trying to get her out of that spot.

Joseph smirked, shutting the car off before kissing your cheek sympathetically. “Maybe she’ll settle down now that we’re home.”

“Maybe.”, you sighed.

Joseph got out of the driver’s side and came over, opening your door before helping you out of the vehicle. Your belly made everything so much more awkward. You and Joseph decided to unload the car tomorrow. Joseph knew you were exhausted. It was written all over your face. You all bypassed any other part of your house, shooting straight for the stairs that led to your bedroom. Joseph flipped on the bedroom lights as you eyed yourself in your full-length mirror.

“Babe, can you help me unzip my dress?”, you asked easily.

“Of course, love.”, Joe smiled as he reached for the zipper.

You watched him in the mirror, smiling as you felt him undo your zipper, sliding it easily. A major part of you felt relief as the dress fell off your chest, finally letting you breathe a little. Between eating and growing a baby, that didn’t leave much room for you to be comfortable. A sigh of relief escaped your lips.

“Thanks, Joe.”, you smiled.

“You’re welcome, baby.”

Joseph began taking his suit jacket off, giving you time to finish undressing and decided whether you wanted to shower or not. You decided against the shower, considering you had taken one earlier this evening. Let’s face it, things were becoming harder since you were becoming more pregnant.

You stood in the mirror, taking in your new body. One you weren’t used to seeing. It hadn’t really hit you that your body was going to change this much. When you first found out you were pregnant, everything was the same. Your smaller figure hadn’t changed. Even four months in, you could barely tell you were pregnant. You had read in a pregnancy book, first-time mothers took longer to show. You imagined you had time. That it wasn’t going to happen so suddenly.

“Love, is everything okay?”, Joe asked easily, cutting on the lamp before turning the overhead light off.

Joseph was in his boxers and no t-shirt. He looked so good—so sexy, but it was hard to be in any mood the way you were feeling. All these doubts set in so fast.

“Fine.”, you responded easily, standing in front of your mirror in just your bra and panties, feeling like a beached whale.

You ran your hands over your pregnant belly, trying to see how big you really were.

Joseph wasn’t buying it. “What’s on your mind?”, he asked easily.

You sighed, grabbing your silk gown, almost ready to slide it on. “I just feel so huge. I just was thinking about how small I used to be. Like when we began dating or when we got married.”

Joseph smiled before sighing easily. “Baby, you’re still beautiful. You’re just six months pregnant. You’re not huge like you think you are.”

You sighed, undoing your bra and sliding your silk gown on suddenly to hide your bump as best it could before sitting down on the bed. “Everyone kept saying how cute and beautiful it was but I don’t feel like that. I just see how much I’ve changed.”

“Baby, it’s okay. Really. You are adorable. So cute and sexy, I promise.”

Joseph sat beside you on the bed, taking you in his arms.

“We haven’t even had sex since I’ve got bigger.”, you sighed into him.

He could absolutely have any woman he wanted. Deep down, you knew Joseph would never cheat on you—he would never dream of it. However, you couldn’t help to think about him fantasizing about the smaller girls he encountered through business—how you used to look.

“Baby—”

He didn’t get all of his sentence out before you interrupted him. “Do you even find me attractive anymore?”

Tears threatened to fall from your eyes once again.

Joseph pulled back from your all’s embrace so he could make direct eye contact with you. “Baby, I absolutely love you and find you so attractive. You’re fucking gorgeous—the most beautiful woman I’ve ever met. And I mean just knowing you’re pregnant with my baby is so sexy.”, he reassured you.

He wiped the tears that were ready to slide down your cheeks. His brown eyes were full of concern, focused on you and only you. Joseph really knew how to make you feel like you were the only girl in the world.

“Really?”

“Absolutely.”, he smiled.

You both leaned in for a kiss, him instantly requesting to deepen it. You allowed him this, holding yourself up on the bed. His hand brushed your thigh, fingertips gliding across your silky smooth skin. You let a small moan escape into his mouth. You felt his lips curve into a smile. He never broke this kiss as he took his other free hand, caressing your cheek.

You felt your arms begin to give out easily, falling back onto the bed with a soft thud. He leaned down, careful to steady himself above you, not to put a lot of pressure on your bump. You could feel his breath on you, sending chills down your spine and causing goosebumps to appear on your skin. He began placing kisses on your neck, and down your chest causing you to release a soft sigh.

He easily tugged at the bottom hem of your silk nightgown, pulling it above your thighs, passing your bump before easily lifting it over your head. He leaned up, admiring you in just your panties.

“Wow.”, he breathed.

“What?”, you asked sheepishly, instantly feeling self-conscious.

“Just admiring my beautiful wife.”

You felt your cheeks get a little hot as he grabbed the lace of your panties, beginning to slide them down your legs. “Can we get rid of these?”, he asked, lowly in a seductive voice.

You nodded as he freed them from around your ankles, tossing them on the floor. You gulped, looking up at him, wondering exactly where he was headed with this. He leaned down, continuing to kiss you before brushing his hands over your breasts, completely missing your nipples. You knew your breasts were changing, becoming heavier and larger. You suffered back aches quite frequently.

“Joe.”, you breathed, interrupting between a kiss.

“Hmmm?”, he hummed, clearly excited you were finally feeling better.

“Um, are you sure it’s still safe to have se-sex?”, you gulped.

He broke the kiss, looking down at you. “Yes, we can still find a way for you to feel comfortable while we have sex, baby.”

His words caused that feeling in the pit of your stomach to return, your stomach twisting in knots only he could undo.

“So, um, how do we do that exactly?”, you asked, nervously.

Joe chuckled easily. “Why don’t we try you riding me?”

His forwardness caused your breathing to hitch. You all usually opted for missionary, but your gynecologist advised against that so you could avoid weight on your belly.

“Okay.”, you breathed easily, looking into his brown eyes.

“Yeah, I read that in one of those pregnancy books you bought—I’ve done my research.”, he smirked.

You rolled your eyes, playfully. You were beginning to feel less self-conscious with Joseph. He had wanted to have sex with you before now, but he knew you stayed tired often. You were growing his baby and he didn’t want to make you feel pressured to have sex with him.

“That’s so sexy.”, you breathed as you shared a kiss with him.

Joe smiled as you both broke the kiss. “But first, let’s get you ready.”

You were a smidge confused about what Joseph meant by that, however, he quickly answered your question with his actions. Joseph rubbed his hand up your thighs, parting them easily. You naturally gave in to his touch, thus causing him to sigh with a smile. You felt his hand trail up your inner thigh, his pointer and middle fingers brushing your clit, begging you to let them in.

A moan escaped your lips, letting Joseph know you wanted this as much as he did. Joseph’s breathing hitched as he stuck both fingers deep inside your wet folds.

“Feel good, baby?”, he whispered.

You nodded as he continued to work his fingers in and out of you, making sure you were well-lubed up for him. Your eyes were already rolling back in your head under his touch. Your toes began to curl as you took in just how good this felt—it had been a while. You needed this.

“Joe.”, you moaned out easily.

“Yes, love?”, he groaned back, continuing to work his finger in and out of your slick folds.

You tried to remember what you were going to say as you instinctively rolled your hips against his thick fingers, feeling eager and ready for him.

“I’m ready….”, you moaned as he smirked.

In his mind, you were definitely ready. You were soaked for him.

“Are you?”, he whispered against your cheek, his breath tickling your ear.

“Mhmmm.”, you moaned.

Satisfied, his fingers left your dripping heat, causing you to whimper at the loss of contact. He admired his fingers, your wetness reflecting in the light. You laid there, chest heaving, so ready just to have sex with him. It had been too long.

Joseph laid down beside you, a gentle thud against the mattress. He instantly pulled down his boxers, allowing his cock to spring free, already visibly hard from the sight of you and his fingers being inside of you, feeling just how wet and ready for him you were. He was so happy you were ready to have sex with him. He had missed it so badly.

You gained your composure, somehow coming to your senses as you sat up in the bed. You took another deep breath as you slowly shifted to your knees, already feeling how your bump was getting in your way and making the tasks you used to be able to do easily much harder. Joseph helped you climb on top of him, his cock brushing your thigh as you tried to position yourself to be comfortable.

“Joe, are you sure you want this? I feel like my belly is in the way.”, you eyed him. “I can’t even see anything.”

Joseph smirked. “Of course, I do, baby. I’ll help guide me in.”

He took one of your hands in his before leading your hand to his cock. You instinctively wrapped your hand around him, feeling him pulse under your touch. He closed his eyes for a moment, noticeably holding back a moan. His hand guided yours, moving his cock towards your entrance, aligning it with your wet folds.

“Now just raise up for a second, baby. I’ll help ease you back down on me.”

You struggled to raise yourself up, Joe noticing. It was doable but your belly was definitely hindering sex just a little. He placed his free hand under your ass, giving you extra support until he instructed you to ease yourself back down on him, immediately feeling his cock stretching out your pussy. You whimpered, your body reminding you it had been a hot minute since you let your husband have sex with you. The feeling intensified quickly, feeling like he would split you open any second.

You bit your lip, closing your eyes. You held your breath, realizing just how good this felt—it felt so fucking good.

“Feeling comfortable, baby?”, Joe asked as a single tear slid down your flushed cheeks.

You nodded with a moan. “Yes, you were so right.”

He smirked. “Whenever you’re ready, baby.”, his hands brushed your hips—which were also visibly wider.

You steadied yourself against his chest, fingers brushing his chest. He leaned up to kiss you before you began riding him. You gulped as you began to buck your hips against him, slowly learning how to gain your rhythm with your belly in the way. However, it became easier with each buck of your hips.

Joseph threw his head back. “Feels so good, baby.”, he groaned.

“Really?”, you moaned, feeling his cock entering deep inside of you.

“Yes, really.”, he groaned again, sinking his fingertips in your hips.

You kept working on him, bucking your hips up and down. You forgot for a little bit that you were six months pregnant. This was so comfortable for you and it was so sweet that Joe worried about you being comfortable. As it went on, your abdominal muscles were beginning to burn slightly. You couldn’t catch your breath as quickly with your growing belly. You felt Joseph deep inside of you, feeling him in the bottom of your stomach.

You closed your eyes, feeling your climax approaching like a train about to go off the tracks. The warm, aching feeling returned to the pit of your stomach as it had each time you and Joseph had sex. Your release was impending. You bit back the feeling, wanting—needing to cum. The view of Joseph under you was becoming blurry as you let another moan escape your lips. He grunted as his cock thrusted into you each time, hitting just the right spot that made you forget your name.

“Joe….”, you moaned out.

“Yes, baby?”

He smiled, thoroughly enjoying this and the fact you felt so comfortable.

“I’m gonna—cu—cum.”, you moaned out.

His breathing hitched. “Cum for me, baby. Let it all out.”, he encouraged.

You bucked your hips one—two—three more times before you felt it.

“Joe…”

“Yes, baby?”, he grunted, beginning to feel your muscles clench around his cock.

“I’m gonna—cum right now.”, you hiccuped, your hips ceasing their movement and you felt yourself hit your climax head-on. You hadn’t had one in so long it caused the dizziness to set in, the feeling of the heat of your orgasm wash over your entire body.

You clenching around Joseph’s cock was all it took for him. That and the fact he had gone without it for some weeks mixed in with how much pleasure it had brought you.

“I’m cum—cumming too.”, he groaned as you felt his cock pump his cum into you.

You both eyed each other with groggy, lazy eyes. You both were trying to catch your breath. Once you felt Joseph was done, he helped ease you up and off him, allowing you to lay down in the bed beside him. You pulled the comforter over your body, eyeing the ceiling, feeling your exhaustion creeping up. Especially after the amazing sex you’d just had.

Joseph smiled, turning over to you. “Are you going to listen to me more often?”

You rolled your eyes before giggling. “Shut up.”

Joseph smiled as he stretched. “I’m gonna tell my baby girl goodnight since mommy is in a much better mood.”

You smiled at his words as he peeled the comforter back just enough to be able to access your bump. He rubbed your belly easily, causing you to close your eyes.

“Goodnight, baby girl. Daddy loves you.”, he talked to your bump, laying his head on your belly.

You smiled, opening your eyes long enough to run your hand through Joseph’s curls. You felt Amelia move easily before she settled right back down under his touch.

“Goodnight baby, I love you.”, Joseph smiled as he kissed your belly easily.

“I love you too, Joe.”

He rested his head on your bump as you rested your hands in his curly hair, you both dozing off to sleep.

#joseph quinn x reader #joseph x reader #joseph quinn #eddie munson hc #stranger things #eddie munson #eddie x reader #eddie munson imagine #eddie imagines #eddie stranger things #dad joe

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queerlordsimon · 7 months

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Worthwhile love

Prompt list 2, prompt 37: “im sick of being USELESS”

Cw:chronic pain, feeling worthless, struggling with pain, comforting

An:sorry ive been gone so long, im trying to be back. Also apologies if idia is out of character, this is a comfort for me mostly and i thought it worked decently for him in this situation. Word count: 650

y/n struggled to walk from the cafeteria to idias dorm. They always did this for idia, getting him something real to eat. Its just what they would do as his partner. And normally it was not a problem.

But today was not a normal day. Today was a day their chronic illness decided to flare up, and it was all they could do not to be curled into a ball in their bed all day. They had things to do after all.

Take care of grim.

The furball wasent making it any easier on them today, running loose around campus. Thankfully for y/n deuce and ace were willing to help chase him down for them.

School work.

They struggled to even sit up straight in class, which didnt go unnoticed, but thankfully for them epel and jack caused a problem on purpose to help them avoid the trouble for it.

Now their simple task that they did every day out of love for their boyfriend was gonna be the end for them, they thought as they held the walls as they struggled to stay upright, tears running down their face.

They got pretty far before their legs gave out just inside the entrance to ignihyde, crying out softly as they made sure not to drop the food.

Ortho had heard them, before zipping over to where he located them to be. “y/n l/n! Are you ok?” they shook their head in response. “I will get big brother y/n l/n, stay right there!” he said before zipping away, as y/n tried to stand back up, gripping the railing tightly as they heaved themselves back up, tears streaming down their face in pain as the pain got worse, but they tried to push through.

They didnt get too far before idia could be seen hurrying down the hallways with ortho in tow behind him. “Player two, are you alright?” he asked softly, his concern trumping his nerves as ortho took the food away from them, so idia could help them stand, wrapping his arm underneath theirs.

“Im fine idi,” they protested, gritting their teeth in pain, but unable to fight the help idia was giving them. Ortho darted to idias room ahead of the two, as they slowly made their way to it.

After they were both safely in his room with the door shut, idia walked them over to his bed where he had y/n sit, who was crying in both pain and humiliation. “Player two, whats the problem?” he said softly.

“Im sick, idi, im so sick” they cried into their palms, hiding their face, “sick of being in pain, sick of being so weak. Im sick of being USELESS” they cried quietly, as idia crouched and hugged them to him.

“Your not useless, player two, your one of the most strongest and useful people i know” he said softly. “You deal with this chronic illness on a daily and deal with all of this schools bull. So your having a bad day, but that doesnt mean your useless. You should take a day for yourself. Here.” he said softly pulling away, making them lay down with their head on his pillow, getting them a heating pad to help if it would and laying a blanket over them. “Ill email your teachers. You stay here and rest, alright? Ill be here for anything you need” he said softly, hesitating before kissing their forehead shyly. “Let me know if you need anything, alright?” y/n nodded softly, grabbing his hand softly and squeezing it.

“Thank you idi, i love you” idias face softened.

“I love you too, player two. Rest now, my worthwhile love” he said softly, as y/n closed their eyes, and he went and sat down, keeping an eye on them and keeping his electronics quiet for them to rest.

#twst #twisted wonderland #foryou #fyp #idia #idia shroud #shroud #idia x reader #chronic pain reader #comfort

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thenerdnextdoorxo · 2 years

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UNDER COVER

Pairing: Wanda Maximoff x reader

Summery: You wake up with tiredness that lasted a couple of days, thinking it will be gone if you just get enough sleep. You couldn't be any more wrong.

You woke early this morning, a bit tired and dizzy, but you thought that it's because you stayed up a bit with your girlfriend, Wanda. So you just went to work like everyday, ignoring how your body makes you feel. You also felt more thirsty than before, but you just ignored it.

The next day, you felt the same thing, and the other day. Wanda started to notice how tired you are, or how you were more thirsty than a normal day. But every time she tells you to go to the hospital and check what's happening with you, you just shrugged it off.

"Y/N, you really should go to the hospital, what if you are actually sick?" Said Wanda, wrapping her arms around you to get your attention to only her.

"I'm find Wanda, all I have to do is sleep better and I'll be fine." You said looking softly at her. "Y/N, please darling, you are worrying me," She said, sighing. "It's okay, Wanda. You don't have to worry about me."

A few days later, You just got back from work really tired and dizzy, all what you want is to lay down and take a nap. You got in your and your girlfriend's apartment, you started taking your jacket off.

"Y/N! I ordered some pizza for us, and I've prepared for ourselves a movie!" Wanda exclaimed from the living room. "That sounds amazing Wanda I'll be there in a minute!!" You hanged your jacket on the wall and you were on the way to the living room when you started feeling a strong wave of dizziness. You clutched onto the wall for balance, but before you knew it, you were drowned by dark.

When Wanda didn't see you coming, she went to check on you. "Y/N where are you?" she said, going to the hallway. When she arrived at the hallway, she gasped. You were passed out at the hallway's floor. She quickly rushed to your side trying to wake you up. "Come on Y/N, wake up." She said, softly tapping your cheek.

"Come on Y/N, you have to wake up."

You woke up to a blinding light in front of you. Immediately you felt the same wave of dizziness you had before, so you went to touch your head, but as soon as you raised your arm, you saw the that there were IV hooked into your arm.

"Y/N!" you looked at your side and you saw Wanda sitting at the chair next to your bed. "Y/N, thank god, you're awake!!" she rushed to you and held you close to her chest.

"Hey, Wanda" You croaked. "I told you to go to the hospital, you didn't listen!!" she said in a stern tone. "Yeah, you're right, I'm sorry." you chuckled.

"The doctor said it's diabetes. You could have been seriously ill, why did you do that?" She said, looking sadly at you. "I just thought all I needed to do is sleep and eat better, I didn't know it was that bad." You said, looking down.

She raised her arm and started stroking your hair gently. "It's okay, you're gonna be fine, I'm gonna be here for you Y/N, and I'm gonna help you get through this." She said smiling softly at you. at that moment, you realized that you are the luckiest person in the world to have Wanda by your side to help you at your lowest, and be with you no matter what. You couldn't be more grateful.

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Chapter 6: Jehavey'ir (Second Chances - Hunter x reader)

Jehavey'ir. n. ambush

Summary: Your next mission for Cid goes a little awry.

Chapter warnings: uhhh canon-typical violence; slight angst; Echo continues to be a little shit; if I missed any please let me know!

Word Count: 4,875

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When you comm Cid later that day, empty handed, no one is happy about it. Despite Aphran IV’s natural beauty, it held nothing of apparent value, and you’d been forced to give up the search. You lean against the back wall of the cockpit now. The same simmer of anger in your blood threatens to snap the thin tension of the cockpit as the holographic specter of Cid flickers.

“You sure there wasn’t anything valuable there?” she asks, and you have to physically bite your tongue to stay it. Your eye twitches at the honeyed, condescending tone of her voice.

“We’re sure,” Hunter says.

“Well,” Cid says, “I feel so much better now. Don’t forget that you boys owe me.”

Wrecker groans. “Aw, what do we owe you for this time?”

The holo glitches, stretching Cid’s face in opposite directions, and you can’t help the sick sense of satisfaction at seeing her features distort. But then the interference clears. Cid says, “For one, introducing you all to Red.”

A situation I wouldn’t have been in in the first place if not for you.

You blink away the hot tears threatening to well in your eyes at the sudden ache of Arien’s absence, the nervous energy of your nightmare still cloying in your veins, and step forward. Your fists ball at your sides. Nails bite into palms. Echo and Hunter both retreat under the intensity of your gaze.

You jab an accusing finger at Cid’s holo. “Either give us the next coords,” you grit out, “or lose this comm frequency, you absolute di’kut!” You slam on the comm channel button and Cid’s image dissipates. As the blue light fades, you glare out the viewport at the swirl of hyperspace.

One of them lets out a small noise of surprise, and you whirl, ready to snap at them, too. But the collective expressions of surprise and adoration on their faces stops you short.

“What?”

“That. Was. Awesome!” Wrecker cheers. He claps you on the back, sending you staggering sideways into Hunter’s chest.

Hunter’s steadying grip on your shoulders jolts you out of your anger. He gazes down at you with one eyebrow half quirked, then releases you.

You duck your head, face warming. “Sorry. I...don’t know what came over me.”

“How do you know what that word means?” Hunter asks.

“What, di’kut? I don’t. Just a guess from how you guys throw it around. Did I just call her something really bad?”

Wrecker laughs. With a somewhat pained expression, Hunter explains, “It means ‘idiot’ in Mando’a.”

“Oh.” You’re vaguely familiar with the concept of Mando’a as the ancestral language of the Mandalorians, but the clones aren’t Mandalorian, are they? Worry curling up your throat, you ask, “Is— is Mando’a a closed practice? Should I have not used the word?”

“You’re fine, Nav.” Echo lays a reassuring hand on your shoulder and squeezes. “Most of us learned it as cadets either from Mando bounty hunters or from each other. It’s just a language.”

You nod, but the embarrassment lingers, heavy on your tongue.

The comm beeps into the silence. Tech’s hands fly over a series of dials before he announces, “Cid is...requesting our presence at her establishment.”

“What choice do we really have,” Hunter says with a deep sigh, and you have no answer for his rhetorical question.

Upon arrival—the Maruader parked in her rightful place—you squint in the bright midday sun. The sky is a blinding blue; a handful of the planet’s moons hang in the vast skyscape, tidally locked in an infinite dance that vaguely reminds you of your relationship with Hunter. Peeking up through the sun’s glare at the orbiting satellites, you can’t help but feel a strange sense of camaraderie with the moons: destined to always face their counterpart, but always held at arms distance.

You nearly trip over Omega as she scampers ahead of you, excited to be back on solid, familiar ground. Her peal of laughter echoes off the surrounding buildings. A warm flicker of joy sparks in your chest at her elation.

When you finally reach Cid’s, the shadowed alleyway offers a welcome respite from the heat of the day. As you all file in, you’re unsurprised to find Bolo and Ketch seated at a Dejarik table, grumbling at one another as they play.

You separate yourself from the squad to perch on the edge of the corner booth table, your arms crossed defensively over your chest. Biting the inside of your cheek, you try to hide your scowl. Cid, behind the bar polishing a glass with a dirty rag, zeroes in on you, a scowl on her face to match your own.

“That was some stunt you pulled, Red,” she grumbles. “You’re lucky I’m a changed woman.”

You keep your mouth firmly shut, letting the rest of the squad run damage control. Changed woman, my ass, you think.

She faces the rest of the squad. “I’ve got a low-stakes supply run. Shouldn’t take more than two or three of you.”

Hunter and Echo exchange glances. Hunter says, “What’s the run?”

“Need you to take some Nerf Nuggets to one of the moons,” Cid says.

The quiet bar erupts into chaos as all of you react. Wrecker’s booming laugh ricochets off the enclosed walls. Omega tilts her head in curiosity to ask, “What’s a Nerf Nugget?” Echo’s and Hunter’s exclamations of outrage mirror yours: “We’re not a delivery service!”

“You are if you wanna keep working for me,” Cid snaps.

Hunter throws one hand up and turns away, pinching the bridge of his nose. You approach and gently lay a hand on his arm.

“M’okay,” he mumbles.

Tech only glances up from his datapad for a brief moment at Cid as the pandemonium subsides. “What shall the rest of us do while the others are, ah, away?”

“I’m still working out some details,” Cid says with a flippant wave of her hand. “They’re expecting that shipment by tonight. Best get going. The crates are out back.”

With that, she discards the glass and rag, and troops back to her office. You only return your focus to the squad when she disappears from sight.

“I don’t like this,” Echo says into the ensuing silence. “Things never go right when we split up.”

Omega clutches at Wrecker’s forearm, chewing at her bottom lip. “Why don’t we all go, then? It sounds like a short trip.”

Hunter sighs. “Maybe next time, Omega. Cid’s already angry enough with us.” He maneuvers away from your touch and jerks his head back toward the front door. “Nav, you’ll come with me and Echo.”

Somehow, you’re not surprised. Despite being with this group for several weeks now, you still feel like you’re being babysat. As you begin to fall in step at the back of the trio, Omega rushes to you. Her arms squeeze around your middle.

“Be safe!” she mumbles against your shirt.

Your heart squeezes in your chest at her affection. For a moment, you’re frozen; but before the girl can pull away, you pat her head gently. “You, too, kiddo. We’ll be back before you know it.”

Hunter and Echo hesitate at the threshold, watching you with their sister. You’re keenly aware of all of the men peering at you. You lower your hands and Omega steps back with a broad smile.

“Wait, before you go, I have something for you,” she says. She unshoulders her pack and rummages through it for a moment, then pulls out—a doll?

You take the doll from her. A modified trooper, the figure looks to have been painted a dark gray, and some of the joints between its wooden limbs are stuck at odd angles, probably from living in Omega’s pack.

“She’s a Bad Batcher,” Omega explains. She scratches at the back of her neck, abashed. “She keeps me company on missions. I thought you...might need her company, too.”

Oh. You swallow against a fresh set of tears. “Omega, this is...so thoughtful. Thank you. I’ll keep her safe, and bring her back for you.”

Her small smile widens nearly ear to ear, her face brightening. She hurries back to Wrecker’s side, who picks her up effortlessly to perch on his shoulder. With a final wave, Wrecker, Tech, and Omega turn to one another.

Echo leads the way out of the bar, but Hunter lingers. You can’t read his expression, but the mix of warm emotions barely visible in his gray eyes causes that helium balloon in your chest to swell just a little, and your breath catches. His gaze flicks between the doll and your face. Words press against the backs of your teeth, cajoling to be let free under his dark, intense gaze.

But then Echo calls, “Come on,” from outside, his voice thick with annoyance. Hunter turns from you, leaving you to catch your breath before falling in at the back of the group.

As promised, two supply crates rest around the back of the building, haphazardly stacked on a hoverlift. You snatch up the flimsi note with the moon’s coordinates and the contact you’re meant to drop the crates with, Zom Unb.

“We can take my ship,” you offer, tucking the note into a pocket along with the doll. “Leave the Marauder for the others in case they need it.”

The only response you get is a grunt of affirmation from Hunter. He and Echo fumble with the hoverlift. After a moment, it powers on with an audible hum, blue lights stuttering as the repulsor beams flare to life. You trail the two of them as Hunter pushes the lift and crates in the direction of the port.

Leaving you precious few places to look except the back of Hunter’s head, his dark curls bouncing with every step. Is his hair soft? Does it tangle easily? Does that kriffing bandana ever come off? Your gaze drifts lower almost beyond your volition: the broad, muscled shoulders; the slim waist; the thick, powerful thighs... You snap yourself out of the trance set by the swaying of his hips. Echo gives you side-eye, a knowing smirk playing on his face.

You glare at him.

“I can feel you both looking at me,” Hunter grumbles over his shoulder. “What is it?”

“Nothing,” you say too quickly. “I mean, we’re not looking. Were you looking?”

Echo scoffs. “Course not.”

You nearly feel the physical force of Hunter’s eye roll. “Right.”

The three of you reach the spaceport with no other incidents. You have to pull up the tracking app on your wrist chrono to ensure you don’t get the hangar number wrong as you lead the others to your ship. Both of their gruff demeanors thaw into grins as you glance down yet again at your wrist.

“Stow it.”

“What? Didn’t say anything,” Echo says with a chuckle.

“Didn’t have to,” you grumble. The shadow of your ship’s aft is welcome against the warm sun, and the bioscanner takes a moment to register your palm with how much sweat you’ve worked up. But the ramp finally lowers, and as Hunter guides the lift into the hold, you rush for the ladder up to the cockpit. You settle into the familiar, molded leather seat, and run through a quick pre-flight check.

“Close the hatch when you’re done,” you call over your shoulder, “then come up. Riding in the hold gets a little dicey.”

You’re grateful, for the very first time, that this ship has three cockpit seats: the pilot’s, and two passenger seats flanking it in a triangular formation. The cockpit is usually quiet and empty, especially since— you shy away from that thought. Heavy boots clang against the ladder rungs.

With a quick glance, you confirm that the ramp light sensor is off. Both men sit into the empty seats, the clinking of the harnesses the only sound beside the oxygen scrubbers whirring to life. Your hands fly with practiced ease over the Redthorn’s control panels. Then, satisfied the ship is good to go, you rest your palms lightly on the joysticks and twitch them back ever so slightly—she’s a responsive ship, and it took you a while to get used to handling these slower moves like taking off.

“Echo, you mind feeding the coords into the navicomputer?”

“On it.” He plugs into the socket.

A few seconds later, the coordinates appear on your pilot’s display. Your stomach sinks down and to the left. “Kark. Of course we’re going to Quantxi.” You adjust your ascent a few degrees to the right to center the bright yellow moon, visible even in the daytime sky.

“What’s wrong with Quantxi?” Hunter asks.

“They don’t call it the Junk Moon of Ord Mantell for nothing,” you say. “It’s a scrapper moon. I’d say we should try to make this quick, but...”

You get two disillusioned snorts of agreement from the men behind you. Once you clear the atmosphere, you toggle a few switches, and press a well-worn blue button to initiate the autopilot subprogram. You’ll retake control once you get closer, but even over such a short distance of realspace travel, you don’t trust your navigational skills. As the subprogram cycles on, you release the ship’s controls.

“Should be there in about an hour, hour and a half,” you say, swiveling your chair. You pull one leg up into the seat and wrap your arms around it loosely—a comfortable pose, picked up in your youth.

“This ship got a ’fresher, Nav?” Echo asks.

You jerk your chin back toward the ladder. “Down there. Along the left wall facing the ladder.”

“Thanks.” He unbuckles and clambers down the ladder. A moment later, the faint sound of the ’fresher door whooshing open and shut again reaches you.

You glance at Hunter. He unsheathes his blade from his vambrace and, seemingly absentminded, twirls it between his fingers. As though he senses your gaze on him, he looks at you for a moment, never faltering in his fidgeting.

“You haven’t been with us long,” he says, his gaze shifting past you to watch out the viewport, “but I want you to know that Omega looks up to you. If you hadn’t already guessed that.”

You pull your other leg up, and retrieve the doll from your pocket. Stroking over the rough-hewn wood of the helmet, a smile tugs at the corners of your mouth. “She’s a good kid.”

You’re not entirely certain what a ‘Bad Batcher’ is, but as you silently compare Omega’s paint job to Hunter’s armor, you start to get an inkling. In the soft glow of your ship’s control panel lights, Hunter’s eyes shimmer and the planes of his face soften. You can almost picture him at ease. Almost. You still see the signs of tension etched into his body language: the tightness of skin around his eyes, the near-permanent furrow between his brows, the downward tilt of his lips. It’s odd; you feel like you can read him easier than you can read yourself lately. That warm helium balloon presses against your lungs. If you squint, you imagine you can actually see the gravity linking the two of you together.

“Are we...” You trail off as his eyes flick back to yours. Clearing your throat, you try again. “Are we good?”

“‘Good’?” he repeats with a tilt of his head.

You squirm, suddenly warm with regret instead of with contentment. “Yeah. I mean—I know we already kind of talked about this but...” You sigh, fiddling with the doll. “It was your idea for me to stick around. And we haven’t argued much. But I just feel like I’m being babysat and—”

He laughs, catching you off guard.

You narrow your eyes in suspicion. “What’s so funny?”

He tries to regain control of himself, visibly fighting a grin with clear tremendous effort. “I’m sorry. It’s— it’s just not what I was expecting.”

“And what were you expecting?” you ask.

“I’m...not sure,” he says with a shrug. “You always manage to surprise me.”

You blink at him, heat crawling up your neck into your face. “Oh.”

“You are being babysat, though, Nav.” Echo’s words precede his entrance up the ladder, and your ears burn even more realizing that he probably heard the entire exchange. “For what it’s worth, I trust you more than I trust Phee. But Tech—”

“Echo,” Hunter cuts in, his shoulders squared, voice controlled once again.

“Right,” Echo says. He reclines back into his seat, refastening the harness. “Anyways, we just want to keep an eye on you. S’only been a few weeks.”

You sigh with a nod, accepting that. You open your mouth to respond—

And everything jerks to the left. At least six alarms blare all at once. Cringing against the sudden cacophony, you whirl your chair around.

“Blast it all to hell,” you groan, taking stock of the situation. “We’re being shot at. Reading two—no, three bogeys, starboard side.”

“This ship has guns. Where are they?” Hunter asks, voice tight.

Another volley of blasterfire rocks the ship before you’re able to disengage the autopilot. You slam on the reverse thrusters with a shout of “hang on!” All three of you slam forward into the flight harnesses as you’re yanked forward with inertia. Overhead, though the viewport, you catch sight of two of the three pursuing spacecraft.

“Guns—downstairs. Door to the right of the ladder. Needs a cooldown between every five or six shots, so make them count.”

Hunter’s already out of his seat as soon as you say the gun is downstairs. With an explosive curse, you wrench the ship to the left as one of the other craft fire green plasma bolts at you from their aft guns.

“Sith-blazing hells,” Echo swears. “And I thought Tech was a touchy pilot.”

“Really not helping, Echo.” You have to take another evasive maneuver, and you can only hope that Hunter has gotten himself strapped into the gunner’s mount as you twist the handles. The Redthorn rolls several times out of the line of fire.

Hunter’s voice crackles over the intercom. “Keep them in front of us.”

“I’m trying to not get us all killed,” you call back. Tension locks your shoulders.

But you do your best. Lining up with the one that fired backward on you, ready to jerk the ship out of the way at the last second, you try to steady your panicked breathing. From the bottom of your viewport streak twin red blaster bolts. They go wide. Another pair are immediately behind the first shot, and those land directly on the tail gun of the other ship, disabling it.

“They’re trying to hail us,” Echo informs you. You glance over your shoulder to find him plugged into the scomp port.

“Patch them through,” you say, “but don’t show us.”

Echo is silent for a moment; gears click and spin, and then out of the holoprojector blinks to life the bust of a Devaronian woman.

“—or we will be forced to neutralize you,” she’s saying. “All we want is the cargo in your ship. Your crew can go free.”

“Yeah, right,” you mutter. Louder, you say, “Don’t know about you guys, but I don’t make a habit of parlaying with pirates.”

“We haven’t had the chance,” Echo says with a grimace. The feed cuts out as he disengages from the link.

“If we don’t finish this job, Cid will dock our pay,” Hunter says, voice strained. Another set of red blaster fire flashes away from your ship and clips the wing of one of the other ships. “Nav, you need a better karkin’ gun.”

You bark a humorless laugh. “If I could afford it.”

A large explosion detonates off the ship’s port flank, throwing you forward against the console hard enough that the air punches out of your lungs. Your ears ring. You’ll probably sport bruises from the harness. Alarms blare again. Peering through slightly blurry vision, you catch the shield readout: 16% integrity.

“Nav, we can’t outrun them,” Echo says. “And we can’t outgun them.”

“Gee, really?” you wheeze. Inhaling a gulp of air, you shake your head. “Hadn’t noticed.”

You force the ship up into a steep loop, hoping to catch the pursuing pirate as you curve overtop of them. Thankfully, Hunter understands your tactic because as soon as the ship comes into view, two successive shots impact it, tearing a hole in its metal top.

“Echo is right, Nav,” Hunter calls over the staticky intercom. “We can’t take another hit like that.”

You grind your teeth in frustration. You’re not about to give up, and you’re certainly not going to negotiate with scum like this who think they can intimidate anybody who happens across their path. As you react on instinct to keep your ship from being blown to pieces—and from you being sucked into the void of space—an idea, a stupid, brilliant idea, worms into your brain.

“You guys aren’t going to like this,” you say. “But I’m going to do it anyway. Echo, give me random hyperspace coords.”

Both men immediately recognize your plan and protest. “Are you out of your mind?” Hunter shouts, loud enough you can hear him without the intercom, as Echo gives a defeated laugh and says, “You’re crazy.”

“Just do it!”

As if to punctuate your point, blaster fire rakes across the top of your ship, and the shield alarms shriek once again. 10% integrity.

“Kriff, fine.” Echo turns his scomp link as he communicates with your ship’s navicomputer. After a moment, he says, “Got it. Make the jump.”

“With pleasure,” you say. You slam the hyperdrive lever up without a second thought. Stars stretch into starlines, and then your ship clips out of realspace as it enters the calming blue wash of the hyperspace lane.

You slump back against your seat, panting, body humming with anxiety and adrenaline. Unbuckling, you turn as Hunter’s footsteps come bounding up the ladder.

You offer them both a fleeting grin. “Told you you wouldn’t like it.”

“Are you both okay?” Hunter asks.

“I’m fine,” Echo says, a frown pulling at his lips. “How the kriff did they know to find us?”

“They probably didn’t,” you say. “Probably just a lucky guess.”

You rub the soreness across your chest, wincing in discomfort. Waving away Hunter’s concerned expression, you say, “I’ll be fine. It’s what the straps are for.”

He lowers himself into the empty seat and draws a hand over his face. “Now what?”

“Pirates won’t be good for business on Ord Mantell,” you say, massaging your ribs. “We should go back with the Marauder and take them out.”

“Not what I meant,” Hunter says with a sharp glance. “What are we doing about the cargo.”

You shrug. “Hadn’t thought that far ahead.”

Hunter mutters under his breath. Before you can retort, Echo cuts in. “You did good getting us out of there, Nav.��

You soften as you glance at Echo. “Thanks. And thank you for trusting me. And,” you say, turning back to Hunter, “nice shooting back there.”

He shrugs with one shoulder, visibly mollified.

You sigh as you take in the familiar vortex ahead of you. “I suppose we...jump back as close as we can get to Quantxi. Make the drop. Lay low on the moon long enough for the others to come and escort us back.”

“Those pirates will open fire as soon as they see this ship again,” Hunter counters. He rubs at his temples, his eyes screwed shut. “We might be able to get down to the surface, but I doubt we’ll get back into space without another firefight.”

You bristle. “I’m not leaving my ship to be junked, Sarge.”

“You may have to,” he says, apology unspoken in his voice.

Echo sighs. “When we drop out of hyperspace, we can comm the others and, like you suggested, Nav, get them to use the Marauder to take out the pirates. The Marauder is built for that kind of fight.”

You nod. “Alright. That works for me. Where are we jumping to, anyways, Echo?”

“Just the next system over,” he says. “No more than half an hour trip there, another half our back.”

“Smart thinking.”

Hunter grimaces as if in pain when he reopens his eyes. “I’m going to try to kill this headache, then. Wake me when we get close to the moon again.”

He rises and, squinting, makes his way slowly back down the ladder. All of your lingering frustration towards him drains away as you watch him clearly struggle with some kind of sensory overload. Even for you, someone without enhanced senses, that encounter was a lot. You can only imagine how much worse it was for Hunter to experience so much unfamiliar stimuli all at once.

You toggle a few switches, and the ship’s lighting dims. “I’ll be right back,” you murmur to Echo. Then, as quietly as you can, you climb down the ladder.

The crates of Nerf Nuggets didn’t move at all in that fight, which you’re grateful for. The boys must have tethered them down securely enough—certainly better than what you’d have been able to accomplish on your own. Peering through the half-lit cargo bay, you don’t see Hunter, but the red light over the ’fresher door clues you in. With a satisfied nod that you won’t be intruding on him in this vulnerable state, you quickly and quietly retrieve a clean blanket, pillow, and water bottle for him. You spread it over one of the racks. And then, your foot on the first ladder rung, another thought strikes you.

You rush to your locker, key it open, and rummage blindly for the bottle of anti-inflammatory meds.

Your hand closes around the bottle at the same time that the ’fresher door opens behind you, spilling light across the wall around you. You fight the urge to freeze, your eyes lighting on the other contents of your locker. The gray fabric sits motionless, yet damning nonetheless. With a deep breath, you withdraw with the medicine, doing your best to keep your body in front of the locker to block Hunter’s view as you turn around. You use your free hand to close the door. It clangs louder than you intend, and you both flinch.

“Sorry,” you murmur. “I was— I just wanted to get you some pain meds.”

He tilts his head at you, still squinting a little, but then he nods. “I...appreciate it.”

“Don’t mention it,” you say. You step forward and extend the medicine bottle out. “Here. I set up a rack for you. If you need anything else, let me know, okay?”

He switches the ’fresher light off and closes the distance between you. His fingers brush yours as he grabs the bottle, and he flinches like you burned him. You withdraw a step, face warming, as he shuffles to the rack you prepared.

When you re-enter the cockpit, you punch a few buttons; the hatch closes like a camera shutter. You let out a breath you hadn’t realized you’d been holding.

“You are down bad,” Echo says, a teasing glint in his eyes.

You jump with a swear. “Fuck! I forgot you were here.”

He chuckles. “Really bad.”

You glare at him, but the action carries no real anger, and he knows that. “I am not.”

He hums noncommittally, clearly not buying your words.

“I just—” You shake your head. “You know what? I don’t have to explain myself to you.”

He quirks an eyebrow as you move to reclaim the pilot’s seat. “Never said you did.”

You fidget with the hem of your tunic. Silence sits between the two of you long enough that the ship’s navicomputer beeps to alert you of the approaching drop out of hyperspace. With a sigh, you slide the lever back and then guide the ship back around, ignoring the empty stretch of black space you’ve arrived in. Echo’s scomp turns as he generates new coordinates. And then you’re back in hyperspace in less than a minute.

“I signaled the others, too,” he says. “We’ll see what they say.”

You nod. Then, chewing your lip, you glance at Echo’s honey-brown eyes. “What do you guys do for fun?”

He frowns. “We don’t.”

You scrunch your face in a mirror of his expression. “What’s that mean?”

“It means we don’t really get to have fun,” he says. “We were born as soldiers, and now we’re refugees and mercenaries. ‘Fun’ isn’t part of the equation.”

You hum as you consider that. In all fairness, you realize, you haven’t had time for fun either in several years. Not since you enlisted, back when serving the Republic seemed to mean something to you. And certainly not since the Empire’s rise to power and your attempt to get clear of that shitshow. You shake away that train of thought, knowing where it leads.

“Well,” you say, “if you did have the chance, what would you want to do?”

He rubs his chin as he thinks. “I...don’t know. Can I get back to you on that?”

You nod.

“You should ask the others, too, though,” he says, and then a shit-eating grin breaks out over his usually grumpy face. “Especially Hunter.”

“For the love of the Maker!” you cry.

Echo just laughs.

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Broken Hearts Club || Part IV

Pairing(s): Rafe Cameron x Reader, slight!JJ Maybank x Reader

Summary: You pull away from Rafe, leaving you to deal with the consequences of your actions.

Word Count: 4.7k

Warnings: 18+ content, kissing, verbal altercation, slapping, fighting

Your eyes pop open at the sound of a loud ass alarm, groaning and driving your face into the pillow. The alarm continues ringing, and you reach behind you to slap Rafe on the arm, “Turn off the damn alarm, asshole.”

“It’s coming from your fucking phone,” he grumbled back, pushing you back. You let out a whine, sitting up and squinting at your surroundings, trying to find my phone. He sighs loudly, “It’s on the desk.”

You throw a look that could kill over your shoulder, seeing him still laying on his stomach with his eyes closed. You throw the covers off you, mumbling, “Well since you knew where the fuck it was-“

“What was that?” he asked.

“Nothing.” You chirp back, him making a sound that could only be translated to yeah that’s what I thought.

You shut off the alarm, groaning at the time. Why the hell did you have an alarm set for seven o’clock- fuck you have work.

With JJ. Yeah, no.

You send a text to your boss, stating that you won’t be able to make it in today because you’re not feeling well. You’ve racked up a good amount of sick days for this to not be a problem, and even if it was you know they can’t afford to lose you right now. Summer means tourists and tourism means more customers, the last thing they need is to lose one of their best employees.

You needed a day to think about how you were gonna approach JJ now that you’ve kissed.

It’s weird. You’ve thought about kissing JJ for years, imagining what it would feel like to have him pressed against you, and you always thought that when it happened you would be ecstatic, but all the kiss brought was confusion.

You were both drunk, and high, and JJ would kiss anything with a pulse during those times. Hell, he’s kissed Pope before when he’s been too faded. Not like that, but still. He was JJ, and who knows if he’s thinking about the kiss as anything more than that, a drunken kiss between friends.

And then there was Rafe. While you hate to admit it, kissing JJ was the same as kissing the touron. You couldn’t stop your mind from drifting to Rafe. I mean, you were kissing JJ. JJ was kissing you, and you were thinking of Rafe. And afterwards, you’d wanted to be around Rafe. You felt your heart pick up as you start overthinking what that could possibly mean, not willing to face that you might actually have feelings for the Kook. You couldn’t.

Your eyes drifted to the man in question, laying down in the bed. He always looks so peaceful in these moments, when he’s fully relaxed and not putting up some facade around the island that everyone in his path should kiss the ground he walks on. He looks… cute.

You walk over to the bed, climbing on it before straddling his back. He grunts, peeking one of his eyes open as you lean forward to place kisses on his shoulders. You missed touching him, the denied access affecting you way more than you would like to admit. Unlike kissing JJ, when you touch Rafe you didn’t think about it, you didn’t think about anything. It was like second nature in a way.

“I like your back,” you find yourself mumbling, immediately blushing at the impulsive thought. You look up to see him smirking into the pillow, and you roll your eyes, “Shut up.”

“Wasn’t gonna say anything,” he responded. “You gonna get off my back you love oh so much so I can use the bathroom?”

Biting his shoulder, he hisses as you plop over to the side of the bed, letting him get up. You can’t help but watch him as he walks into the bathroom, only moving to lay on your back when the door shuts.

With him gone, your mind races back to what it would mean if you did have feelings for Rafe. He asked you out, and you said no without even thinking of what it would be like if you did say yes. If you’re being honest, you said no because you didn’t think he really meant it. Or at least didn’t have good intentions behind it.

Then there’s the more daunting reason. That you did have feelings for Rafe, and going on a date opens the door for something you’re not sure will end well. Worst case, it goes terribly and everything is awkward to the point where your arrangement is over. Best case, things go well and you and Rafe start… dating? Become boyfriend and girlfriend?

It all sounds crazy when you think about it. You guys do so well because all you do is have sex. Before this, the only conversations you had ended in arguing if they didn’t already start with it. You’ve broken up fights he’s had with your friends, most of all JJ. How the hell would your friends react to you all of a sudden dating the guy who on more than one occasion had made your lives hell? They’d never get along, so you’d be forced to choose if they still wanted anything to do with you.

But most of all, you’re afraid to date Rafe because.. he’s Rafe. He’s a coke addicted, spoiled man who’s always had everything served to him on a silver platter. You live in a small house on the Cut with a single mother just barely making ends meet. They have weekly dinners at the Cameron’s, and you’re lucky if you can even afford to keep food in the fridge.

You live two completely different lives, which is easy to ignore when you’re just using each other for sex. But when you date, you’re gonna be public. Your lives are gonna blend together. He’s going to want you to go to the dinners and Midsummers and the fancy get togethers. You’d integrate into his life, but would he do the same? Even if the Pogues did accept him, it’s not like his views of the Cut changed since he started sleeping with you.

“Surprised you’re alive after last night,” Rafe breaks you out of your thoughts, smiling at you sarcastically when you looked over at him. Upon looking at your face, his eyebrows wrinkle in confusion, “Did I interrupt some groundbreaking thought?”

“No,” you responded quietly, and he made his way over to the bed, laying down on his stomach and resting on his elbows. His eyebrows raised, but when you continued to not respond he let it go, “Alright, wanna talk about last night then?”

“You mean when I practically threw myself at you and got rejected?” you titled your head at him mockingly, “Not exactly something I want to relive.”

“I turned you down because you were drunk off your ass,” he said, getting from his position to sit on the bed instead. You sit up from your position as well, leaning against the headboard.

“If I recall it had more to do with me not wanting to go on a date with you,” you responded, cutting him off as he opened his mouth to respond, “Which is completely stupid.”

“I feel objectified,” He placed his hand on his chest in mock offense, raising his eyebrows, “What- I’m allowed to fuck you but I can’t feed you?”

“Why do you want to go on a date with me anyway?”, You answered before he could respond again, “We have nothing in common, and you know damn well if anyone were to see us you would hide under the table.”

“I wouldn’t..” He started, cutting himself off at your pointed look, “You can’t blame me for that, you wouldn’t want to be seen with me either.”

You don’t want to admit how much your heart dropped at his lack of denial. You rolled your eyes, moving to get off the bed when Rafe moves in a flash. He grabs your ankles, pulling you across the bed and laying in between your thighs. His hands come up to rest beside your head, him dipping his head down when you try to avoid eye contact. When you make it, he holds you there with his gaze, looking at you with such a serious look it almost scared you.

“I really, really like fucking you,” he mumbled, letting his eyes run down your face as you bite your lips at the combination of his words and the raspiness of his morning voice, “But that’s not all I want to do with you. I want to take you to the mainland on my boat, dine you with an expensive dinner while you scowl at me the entire time,” he leans down to nip at your neck.

“I wanna get you to smile, which you never do around me,” he kisses lightly, “And then I wanna take you back on the boat,” kiss, “And fuck you until you can’t remember your own name.”

Your eyes shut at some point between his breakdown of the night and his movements against you, and you bring your hand to the back of his head and gripping his hair. You sigh as you let yourself have this moment of bliss, quickly imagining what it would be like. But what followed was the same red flags, and you pushed him away lightly. He leaned over you again, and you start to play with the ends of your his shirt nervously.

“Maybe,” you cut yourself off, thinking about your next words before deciding, “Maybe we should just cool off for a bit.”

He’s quiet above you, and you look up at him after a few seconds to see an unreadable expression on his face. He scoffs, pushing himself off you and off the bed, pacing around.

“I ask you out, and your response is ‘we should cool off’?” he air quotes, “I don’t get you, I really don’t.”

You get up from your place on the bed, moving towards your things. You put your pants on while he continues to rant.

“We sleep together for weeks. You kiss me, you spend the night, I ask you out,” he starts, and you stop your movements after putting your shoes on, looking at him.

“You turn me down, and I make it clear I don’t want anything until you even consider a date,” he walks near where you’re leaning against the desk, pointing at you, “You show up at my house, at two o’clock in the fucking morning by the way, days later. Wake me up by admiring my back- my back,” he emphasizes, and you would have laughed if he wasn’t so mad.

“And we go from that to ‘we should cool things off’?” he looks at you, walking closer to you until you were pressed farther into the desk.

“Because I asked you out? God forbid someone actually wants anything from you besides some quick pussy,” You push at his chest to get him away from you, narrowing your eyes at him.

“Don’t be a dick,” you argued, “And don’t act like I’m wrong for being hesitant about something that completely came out of left fucking field. You want to have our date on the mainland, where you don’t have to worry about running into your buddies. You can’t even deny that you would hide under a table if we were seen together!”

You threw your arms up, cutting him off when he opens his mouth, “Never mind the fact that you can’t stand my friends and I hate yours. What are we gonna do? Start dating and skip off into the sunset where everyone gets along with each other because we’re just oh so in love?”

You mock him, and he scoffs at you, stepping closer to you again and fixing his eyes on you as he bites back, “I don’t remember that being a problem considering how quickly you spread yourself for me,” Slap.

His head whips back to you, fixing you with a glare. You’re both seething at this point, and you take a step until you’re an inch away from each other. You look up at him, “It’s one thing to fuck you in the dark. It’s a completely different thing to bring whatever the hell this is to the outside world.”

“I mean, honestly Rafe, do you even know me enough to have actual feelings for me? Do you even like me enough to know you’ll want to deal with all of the bullshit that’ll come along with this,” You motioned between the two of you, “being a thing?”

His mouth shuts into a line at your words. You stare at each other as you wait for either one to talk, and you roll your eyes as you grab your bag off the table. You walk past him to his door, opening it before his voice stop you.

“I don’t why I expected less,” His tone was cold, and you turn to face him as he looks at you with a hard expression, “You wouldn’t know what was good if it slapped you in the face.”

“And what have you done to show that you’re good?” you quietly respond, walking out the room, down the stairs and out of the house, but not without slamming the door being you.

•••

You want to kill him.

Like actually stab him in the throat.

It’s been two days since you stormed out of his house. Two days since he asked you out, leading you to the first argument you guys have had since you started sleeping together. Two days and here he was on a date with Charlotte fucking Branson. You don’t know much about her besides what you’ve gotten from minimal interactions with her, but those interactions were enough to leave you with a bad taste in your mouth.

He showed at up the Country Club with her on his arm, requesting the section next to the window with a view of the outer deck, your section, and moving his arm to wrap around her waist when they were directed to their table. You wanted to rip his arm from the socket at this point. He was doing the shit on purpose.

At first, you attempted to shrug it off. You worked here, you didn’t own it and you can’t help where Rafe decides to take his dates. But it seemed like Rafe was making it his life’s mission to make this a living hell for you.

“Excuse me, I asked for a Jack and Coke, not whatever the hell this is.”

“Baby, didn’t you ask for no broccoli on your alfredo?” he asks his date, and she looks at him confused before agreeing with him. You pick up her plate, seething on the inside at the lie but putting a smile on your face, “No problem. Sorry for the confusion.”

“We’ll be wanting a menu for dessert as well,” he snaps his fingers at you to call you over as you’re checking on another table. You turn to see him lean in on Charlotte and whisper in her ear, whatever it was enough to make her blush and whine out Rafe, we’re in public, his eyes staying on you throughout the entire interaction.

“Woah, you could kill puppies with that stare,” not even JJ could lift your mood, smiling at you before it drops slightly at you turning your glare to him, “Or me, damn.”

“I’m sorry,” you sighed, “Rafe is just being more of a dick than usual.” You drop the trays on the bar, leaning against it.

You keep it vague, not really having to explain anymore to JJ considering he expects nothing less of the kook. He leans against the bar next to you, nudging your chin with his finger to get you to look at him, “Aren’t you the one who preaches about ignoring the asshole?”

You smile at him, “Well it’s hard to practice what you preach when he makes you wanna stab his eyes out with a fork.”

He laughs, you joining in and feeling a little better for the first time since Rafe walked in. You’re glad things aren’t awkward between the two of you. You have yet to talk about the kiss, and you honestly think he was too drunk to remember the entire thing. You’re kind of grateful for it, too wrapped up in your head about Rafe to add JJ to that as well.

Even though you haven’t talked about it, he has been more touchy since then which makes you think maybe he hasn’t forgotten, he just doesn’t know how to bring it up. But you’re not ready for the conversation, so you’re just gonna take it as it is and not worry about it for now.

“You want me to finish up? We can switch tables. I’ll take Rafe, you take Mrs. Harmon,” he bargains, and you look over to the mean old lady. She comes here every Sunday, and every Sunday you pray to not have her in your section. She’ll order multiple things off the menu, eat it and without fail refuse to pay because it wasn’t to her standards. Tonight, you might just let her ass get away with it.

You groan, throwing your head back lightly before looking at him again, faltering at the expression on his face as his eyes jump back to your face from your neck, a blush coming over his cheeks. You move past it and nod, “Fine. But whatever tip that asshole leaves is mine. You just have to get his check, I’ve had to endure him for the last two hours.”

He raises his hands up, “Okay, okay.” He winks at you as he moves behind the counter, grabbing your notepad and getting the checks ready. You take the time to check on your other tables before going to Mrs. Harmon, who fixes you with a glare.

“You’re not that menacing little blonde who was here earlier,” she bites, looking you up and down, “I don’t appreciate being handed off.”

“Never, Mrs. Harmon,” your smile was fake as you looked at her, “Is there anything else I can get you?”

She orders dessert, and you keep your remarks in as she sends you off, stating she would really appreciate if it got back to her on time. You put the order in, going back to the bar. Not being able to help yourself, you look over at where Rafe is with his date to see his eyes already on you. JJ is standing at the table, handing off their check, but he was looking at you.

Charlotte must’ve said his name, because his eyes break from yours to JJ, and he smiles sarcastically as he speaks. You see JJ’s fist clench beside him, and you start to rethink swapping. JJ turns away and walks back to the bar before you can think further, and when you ask him what’s wrong he just mumbles, “He’s a dick.”

You sigh in agreement, patting his back and looking back over to Rafe’s table. He and his date get ready to leave, but not before he leans over and plants a heated kiss on her. It’s obvious the kiss catches her off guard, but she recovers quick as she grabs the back of his head. He pulls away, whispering something that makes her blush, before they both stand. He throws his arm over her shoulder, looking over at you once again as they walk towards the door.

You’re gonna fucking kill him.

•••

Chug! Chug! Chug!

The small crowd continues to cheer as you chug from the keg. Once the blood rushing to your head mixed with the alcohol becomes too much, you drop from your handstand as the crowd drunkenly cheers. JJ comes over, lifting you up like you just won the lottery, “That’s right! Longest time of the night, bow down to the Queen of the Keg!”

“The Queen of the Keg!” the crowd echoes at they cheered, all drinking as JJ lets you down easily, holding on to your waist until you caught your footing. You guys walk off as the next person takes their round on the keg, back to your friends who are still at their place on some logs around a small fire.

Sarah hands you a Seagram as you walk past, slapping your ass, “You killed that, Y/N!”

“Why thank you,” You courtesy while speaking in a posh manner, and the rest of the Pogues bow from their seats in return. You all laugh as you sit down, them jumping back into the previous conversation.

“But yeah, I’m just glad I’m not home as often otherwise I’d have to deal with him even more,” Sarah states, and JJ looks at her confused, “Who?”

“Rafe,” Sarah answers, and John B jumps in, “Apparently he’s been on edge for like weeks.”

“He almost blew a gasket at my dad yesterday. They were arguing like normal but he seemed more.. homicidal than usual.” She elaborated, and you took a sip of your drink in order to hide your expression. After his date, Rafe practically went awol again. He hasn’t texted you, and you refuse to reach out to him first.

Your eyes dart around the beach, and you scoff. This catches the attention of the others, and you answer their silent question by pointing across the beach, “Speak of the devil.”

There, dressed in swimming shorts with an unbutton white tee, was Rafe. He was standing with Topper and Kelce, but you were focused on the girl under his arm. You were slightly surprised to see Charlotte, a part of you hoping that date was the only time you’d have to see them together. With the way she was attached to Rafe you didn’t know where Rafe’s ass ended and where her head started. You watch as a couple of girls walk over to them, chatting for a little bit before grabbing the girl and walking over to the table where another keg was.

“Hey,” you’re broken out of your trance to JJ waving in your face. Your eyes go back to his, and he looked at you with an unreadable expression at first before asking, “You alright?”

You nod, grabbing his empty cup and standing up, “I’ll get you more.”

“I can get my-“ Before he can finish you’re already walking across the beach. You walk over to the keg, filling up the cup and accidentally eavesdropping on the girls.

“I know! He’s so fucking hot, and he was laying it on thick during our date,” Charlotte exclaimed to the other girls. She rolled her eyes, “then he doesn’t text for a few days and randomly asks me to come here.”

You smile lightly at her words, easing up a little knowing Rafe hasn’t been all over her like you thought. You hear her friends ask if she thinks he’s just nervous cause she’s so intimidating, and you have to stifle a laugh.

“That’s not it. He sure wasn’t intimidated that first night, he was all over me,” she states, crossing her arms as she tries to work through this with her friends.

“Well maybe he’s just… overcompensating,” one of her friends giggled, and you roll your eyes at her insinuation, deciding to leave the conversation where it’s at.

You begin to walk past them when Charlotte’s laugh comes out in response, “Yeah, that’s not it either. Let’s just say my jaw was a little too sore for that to be a problem.”

The cup breaks in your hand as you register her words, the beer spilling over your hands to the ground and splattering over your shoes. The girls look over at you as their conversation dies down, then giggle at you mockingly, the taller one asking, “Clumsy much?”

“Bitchy much?” You shot back, walking away before Charlotte stopped you again, “Wait- aren’t you that waitress?”

You turn back to her, eyes fixing on her hard when she smiles at you, “Mind pouring me a drink?”

The rest of her friends laugh, and you begin to walk away before stopping in your tracks, turning around and smiling at them, “Sure.”

Their laughter starts to die down as you walk back to the keg, grabbing a new cup and filling it up. You walk back to the group, smiling at her and shrugging as you threw the drink on her. Because Charlotte was standing between the two of her friends, the liquor splashed off of her and hit them too, a happy accident if you’ve ever seen it.

“What the hell?” Charlotte exclaimed, and you start to feel a small crowd come. She glares at you, getting in your face and pushing you, “Dirty ass Pogue.”

Your fist immediately hits the side of her face, her head whipping to the side at the impact. The crowd makes a ooh, the impact of your fist meeting her face making a loud clap. She turns back with her hand on her jaw, running at you and tackling you.

She pulls your hair, and you flip over until you’re straddling her and just start swinging. First, the swings were due to the dirty ass Pogue comment, but soon enough flashes of her sucking Rafe’s dick was playing in your head, and you’d be lying if you said that didn’t make you punch her a little harder. All of the anger you'd been holding since that night comes out as flashes of them kissing, her touching him, him touching her, starts to play in your head.

Now, the crowd cheers for a completely different reason. They were highly disappointed, however, at the fight being broken up quicker than they wanted.

Strong hands grab your waist, roughly picking you up off the girl and carrying you away from the crowd. The adrenaline pumping through you makes you fight to get away so you can get back to her. The arms around your waist turns into arms wrapped fully around your midsection, the man still carrying you.

"Calm down," You hear him grunt behind you, and you instantly recognize the voice as Rafe's. His truck comes into view, and you start fighting him for a different reason as he carries you closer.

You swing back at him, kicking your legs, "Get the fuck off me!"

His arms tighten as he continues walking. Once you made it to the truck, he places you next to the passenger door, holding his arms up on either side of the truck to pin you against it. Your eyes meet, and your hand comes up to slap him across the face as the same flash of him touching her invades your mind.

You know you have no right to be jealous. You know you have no right to be mad. But jealousy is a drug, and you're so caught up in it that you could care less about how you look or even how wrong you are. You want to fucking kill him.

You continue swinging, your slap turning into you punching his chest, "Fucking asshole-"

He cuts off your insult by grabbing both your hands, replacing his former place on the truck with your own. Your hands were now pinned beside your head, and you both seethed as he leans down to you, jaw clenched, "Get in the fucking truck."

He lets you go and opens the door, but doesn't step back far enough to give you room to walk away. You look back towards the beach, gauging if an escape plan would be worth it right now. Fighting both of them took a lot out of you. He grabs your chin, making you face him again as he looks at you as if he's daring you to even think about it, "I said. Get. In the fucking. Truck."

You scoff, and he sighs before grabbing you by the waist again and plopping you down on the passenger seat. He points at you, "Stay," closing the door as you yell, "I'm not a fucking dog."

He walks around quickly to the drivers side, getting in and starting the truck before driving off. The car is silent, you both calming down by the events and relishing in the silence, both knowing it was gonna be a blood bath when you get to where you're headed.

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It's okay, I got you. I won't let you go. (comfort fic)

. . . Content Desc ! (ノ・ω・)ノ

i am finally back once again after a month. . . ⤿ ;; Mayoi Ayase x Reader ୧ .˚ₓ this is a . . . sad fluff // (technically angst but.. good relationship) -> TW : overall bad mental state, mentions of su!cidal thoughts. i've had this idea for a fic like this for some time technically to help me out at one point. but, now ive finally decided to actually work on it so this hopefully helps you just as it helped me. ILY <3 you're so pretty/handsome and keep on slaying !!! ^^ word count : 2099 [[ another long one.. sorry ! ]]

, , i kinda felt like changing up my formatting a bit for stuff so. . . hope it looks nice ! `` for once im not going to really write a setting up the scene, i just wanna get into things, seeing as theres not much setup i can really think of . . . ENJOY (ꈍᴗꈍ)

Staring at the ceiling for hours has become a norm for you as of late. Eyes heavy and tired, bloodshot red from having given into your feelings and bursting into tears once again. Your head can only simply register one thing, a single thought, "Why am I so tired?" But you know why you're tired, you know why you're here. But that's the last thing you want to think about. Maybe if you were to isolate your thoughts so much, it wouldn't seep out onto others, you wouldn't infect them with your incredible burnout and awful mental state. Maybe, if... you just weren't here anymore, you wouldn't have to let anybody down?

It's felt as if almost everything around you is slowly crashing down, the fact that it's all happened so slowly only makes it even worse. Like a "fuck you" that never goes away. Almost as if your new constant stresses and worries don't take up all the time in your day. Eating and sleeping have never felt like such a task, even as little as you've partaken in such tasks over these 2 weeks. "If I'm always hurting someone else or making their day worse, then why shouldn't mine be worse?" Nothing but self destructive thoughts, clawing and chipping away at the usual outspoken vivacious person that is yourself. Counting the hours that pass or occasionally opening your phone just to stare at your lock screen being the only thing keeping you from floating away in that awful fucked up brain of yours.

You feel truly utterly useless, everything you have done or tried to do has lost all its worth. The frowns of other people begin to feel like knives penetrating through you, twisting and mixing your insides, almost making you feel sick. You feel so embarrassed that your only thoughts can be "Why am I here?" or "What's stopping me." Why can't you just be normal? Why can't you just feel happy? You don't like isolating yourself, but you can't bother to leave your room even though it has been days.

As you continue laying there, every blink you make feeling tenfold of what it truly is, you are jolted back to your senses as you hear a soft knock coming from your door. Unable to really ignore it, seeing as you can't really lie about not being home, your car is outside. You return the knock, trying to hide how tired you are, "What happened?" The door then opens a small bit, only being the slightest bit ajar, just barely enough for a head to stick out from it. And that is just what happened, suddenly you see at first small bits of messy plum-purple hair stick in through the small crevice made. Then, you begin to see it, the face of the oh so lovely yet oh so timid Mayoi. At that very moment, it then suddenly hit you... "You've probably had your boyfriend worried sick this whole time." Mayoi had always been the type to show the highest bit of concern for you, no matter what was going on. But, he would never want to invade your privacy, if he think you needed your own space, he'd give just that. Even so, he'd always be right there by your side no matter what, through thick and thin Mayoi was there even if you two haven't decided to move in with each other yet. He would often have his moments where his overwhelming stresses and anxieties get the better of him and he can't help but break into a panic, being able to comfort him and help him through that would send your heart to the moon.

Mayoi's whole head suddenly peeks through the door, you hear a slight rustle coming from what seems to be something in his hand which is obstructed by the doors view. His striking cyan eyes always catch you off guard. It's always as if they are staring into the deepest part of your body, just studying you. With a concerned frown on his face, he can't help but see how tired you look, and seeing your face slightly red from the previous crying you had done only makes him more worried. Finally, Mayoi musters up the courage to say something.

"Y/n.. I'm really worried about you. Y-you haven't come out of your room in a few days, I'm so sorry for being a bother but, d-do you need me to stay for a few days?" Mayoi sounds like he might even shed a tear himself, you are simply shooken to your core seeing his face, the true worry, sadness, confusion. You don't want to leave Mayoi like that, but no matter what it just feels like you can't get your shit together. Feeling such guilt and doing nothing more than blaming yourself for Mayoi's concern, you ask him to come into your room.

He becomes a bit flustered at the request, "Are you sure I should come in? I don't want to invade your space."

"How could such a considerate person deserve me.." you'd think to yourself and you fight the urge to frown even more noticeably. "It's just fine Mayoi, you're welcome into my room at any time, please don't feel worried to step in." You give him the most comforting smile your face can possibly contort into. The plum haired boy begins moving around the scattered clothes and small bits of garbage flooding the ground, trying his very best not to step on anything. Along with the more steps into your room he took, the rustling noise from before had been revealed to you to have been indeed a bag that was hanging from his wrist.

Every second he inches closer to your bed, you can feel your body tensing up, your heart rate only raising. "He shouldn't have to go through all this trouble for me, why do I cause him all this trouble? I should be a normal, loving, happy partner, yet here I am. Doing nothing but causing him trouble. Why do I keep on making mistakes, I'm only hurting him, why would he even stay with me if I'm that much of a bother, why am I even here anymore?!" You can't help but panic, why must you torment yourself like this any time someone dares to care about you, any time someone would even try to open their heart to a vile awful person like you.

Suddenly, as Mayoi reaches your bed, you have lost all track of your thoughts, how far you have sent yourself in terms of blind panic. Because, low and behold, you are already in tears, sitting there right in front of Mayoi. You are only made aware of this once you feel one of the crystal drops run down your cheek, almost tickling it. Mayoi jumps a bit, not expecting this sudden reaction.

"Y-Y/n?! D-did I do something wrong, are you alright?! Please don't cry.... I'm sorry, I'M SORRY!" A billion thoughts rush into Mayoi's head slightly sending him into a panic aswell. You can't help but blame yourself as always for this situation. But, you do the only thing that you think you can do right now, you just... hug him, you latch your arms around Mayoi and you don't let go. Almost having him in a death grip, you can do nothing more than try to let yourself feel the warm embrace and try to calm your boyfriend down. You let out sudden sporadic sobs, not being able to contain all these bottled up feelings, Mayoi suddenly shakes each time you let one of the sobs out.

After choking on your words more than enough, you are finally able to get a few words out. "Mayoi... I'm-" you take a deep breath trying to stop another sob from coming out, "I'm so sorry.." but you couldn't stop it, more tears came out. "I do nothing but hurt you, I do nothing but cause you pain, I keep on bringing you down with my problems. I'm so sorry for everything I've done to you, I don't want to be constantly worrying you, but somehow I can always fuck up and do just that. I keep on fucking up for everyone, no matter how hard I try. I'm just... so tired, I'm tired and I can't do this anymore. It's all so hard, I'm just a waste of space that's been nothing but a useless burden to everyone." You take one last shaky breath, more tears coming, "I'm sorry....". You can no longer comprehend any basic words to use to express how you feel, absolutely out of any energy to say anything more. You just dig your head into Mayoi's shoulder, and once again hug him.

It takes a while for anything else to happen, but that's fine with you, just being in Mayoi's arms gives you a sense of comfort, but an unimaginable sense of pain. His hand begins to reach for your hair, as he shakily strokes it, just like a parent would with their child trying to lull them to sleep.

"Y/n... you haven't done a single thing wrong. I'm so sorry these feelings have been bothering you so much. Please tell me... y/n" He hesitates, slowing down the gentle strokes in your h/c hair, "Are y-you okay y/n? I'm really sorry for asking but, I can't see you so sad like this. I'm in no place to assume how you feel, so please, if you have anything going on, you can tell me."

Knowing Mayoi would be willing to give that kind of space to open up about how you feel, you decide to finally let it out. Though the embarrassment won't go away, though all the bad thoughts feel so loud, you can't keep this from him anymore. It's not worth keeping it all in anymore, not when Mayoi is so concerned about you. You suddenly begin to let everything out, talking about your struggles, your constant concerns, and well.. the thoughts you've had. Being as brutally honest as you can is all you can do, but you make sure to remind Mayoi that none of this is his fault and in no ways are you upset at him. The last thing you would want is to have him panicking which would only make things worse. The fact that he is even here listening to you, and so intently as he is already enough of a shocker.

"That's... about all, I'm so sorry about the mess aswell, I'm just.. a mess right now." You sigh as you look downward with a look of shame and embarrassment that you'd let things get this low. It takes Mayoi a bit of time to find the right words to say, a process which normally would take him a fair amount of time. Once finding out what he wants to say and how to say it, he gently holds your hand, looking into your e/c eyes with the same look you always get as you stare into his eyes.

"Y/n, you've never been anything of a bother, I should have checked on you more. Never would I believe you deserve any of this..." He pauses. Getting lost in your gaze, which shakes him up a bit, he regains his grounds, "I-i want to help you in any ways that I can... I love you, and I will be here for you. Though I am nowhere close to anything above average, I want to love and care for you in whatever ways I can. Everything is going to be okay y/n, I got you. I won't let you go."

The last sentence he let out shook you to your core, and you could feel yourself tearing up again. You then fall right into him, but not suddenly enough to catch him off guard, and you just lay there. Never has an embrace felt so... comforting, so loving, so reassuring. But, Mayoi has proved a hug like that can exist and that yes... everything might end up really being okay. After some time, you sit back up. Mayoi looks to his left where he had placed the bag he had in hand down during the breakdown, and he passes you the bag.

"I'm s-sorry if you aren't hungry, but just in case you are, I got you your favorite." He slightly blushes as you open the bag to find a large assortment of foods and snacks you like; you can't help but smile and look at him.

"Thank you Mayoi... thank you, I love you"

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Pairing: Austin Butler x singer/actress fem reader

Warning: age gap, fluff, cursing, angst … that’s all

Word count: ~7030

Plot: after a perfect day with Austin that arises many questions not only within the public, but within yourself, you feel torn. Torn between two people, as your heart seems to be more malleable than expected

Disclaimer: everything I write is fake and should be read as such. <except for the songs I reference>

"(Y/n)..." I groan in my sleep cuddling my face further into the pillow. "Wake up, we fell asleep." A hand smooths down my back, shaking me awake. As my brain finally catches up to what's happening, my eyes fly open and I jerk up. We fell asleep, we, me and Austin. Austin and me. Alone. "Easy." He's voice is soft, calm. The room is dark, meaning we've been sleeping for a few hours now, since it was daylight when we got here. I can see the sparkle of his blue eyes in the moonlight coming through the huge windows, barley being able to make out his features in the dim light. "I'm sorry" Austin smiles shaking his head, causing my body to relax a bit, but I'm still on high alert.

Looking around for my phone , I get it out of my purse, that was laying on the ground. Quickly opening the home app and turning on the lights, causing the both of us to squint our eyes in an attempt to get used to the bright room. Austin looks heavenly, with his eyes still a bit sleepy and hair disheveled. "I'm sorry." I say again, looking at my lap and fiddling with my fingers, picking at the skin there, a bad habit of mine.

He takes my hands in his, stopping my assault on my poor fingers and forcing me to look at him. "Hey, it's ok, as long as you feel better, all's good" I nod sighing at the memory of what brought us here. "I should've just taken the stupid picture with him." I say, thinking I could've easily done that and spared myself a lot of trouble. "No, you shouldn't have, people need to understand boundaries, you were nice and offered to sign something instead, he was the dick. Excuse my language." I giggle at the fact that he just excused himself for cursing. "It's ok. Yeah I guess you're right, but still." Shrugging my shoulders, I move my eyes from his face to my lap, where our hands are intertwined.

"No, stop that, it wasn't your fault and he should've been more respectful. What a perv, that's not the way you talk to a girl, to anyone for that matter." Austin is visibly still annoyed by the dude's behavior and that somehow gets my heart to pick up, beating faster in my chest. I don't know why, but seeing him care like this, just make me feel a certain type of way. Cared for? Protected? Maybe, I guess. Ugh I try to keep my mind straight and find parallels between him and Timmy, forcing myself to draw a line between friends and something more, because I know it's all in my head. I know he couldn't possibly find me attractive and even if he did, there's still so many reasons why this is wrong.

"He wasn't lying tho. About the pictures. They were for the movie. Um ... in the book, Amelia is challenged by this group of girls to take pictures of herself in lingerie and post them online. I agreed to them back then, but I'm starting to regret it now. People are sick in the head." He listens to me talk as his warm callused fingers draw circles over my hands. "Doesn't matter the context of the photos. Dude was way out of line." Austin assures me. I know that, I do. When I first took the pictures, that was the first time I saw myself a sensual person, the pictures looked good, nothing too exposing and I was beautiful in them. It's awful that the dirty mind of others had to tint that for me. The photos never bothered me, it was other people seeing them, that got me stressing out.

I look over at the clock on the wall, seeing it's 8:40 pm, late, but not too late. "Um do you want dinner or something? Or if you want to go I can call my driver to come take you back to your hotel." Was asking him to stay for dinner again, too much? Am I being inappropriate? Ugh I wish this was easier, but it's not. I don't even want to think about all the gossip that's probably going around. I'm sure if I opened my instagram right now, I'd be bombarded with pictures and comments. "Sure, if it's ok with you, I can stay for dinner." Austin answers, leaving me completely clueless about what this thing between us is supposed to be and when too much is too much.

"Ok, we can order something, what do you want?" I ask as I take my hands out of his and fight the urge to wince at the cold air hitting my skin once out of his flaming hot hands. "I'm fine with whatever, maybe we can do pizza? Or if you don't feel like ordering what would you say to some grilled cheese sandwiches?" He suggests.

"Damn I think I'd kill for one right now, Timmy makes the best" Austin giggles at me, brushing his hair back with his hands. As I move around on the couch, I notice his jacket still hanging over me like a blanket. "Well then I'll take that as a challenge. Can I?" He asks pointing in the direction of the kitchen and I nod biting my lip to stop the cheeky smile making it's way onto my face. I swear I'm acting so strange around him, almost like all the filters I usually put up in order to seem a bit more tame are just crumbling with him. And don't take this like I'm usually faking how I act or shit, but usually when I meet new people I'm more reserved and anxious, shy even, but there has almost been none of that with him. It's like we've known each other for a life time now, old friends.

Austin gets up from the couch and I do the same, taking my phone and following him into the kitchen, where he starts looking through the fridge, taking out everything he needs. I go over to the cabinet where I keep the cat food and fill their bowls, the two little angles coming to feast. "Good boys" I praise them petting their soft fur, feeling the vibrations of their purring.

Sitting down at the kitchen island, I watch as Austin moves gracefully around the place, preparing the food. He looks so in his element, it's clear that his passionate about cooking. Opening my phone I can't fight the urge to go on instagram, immediately seeing the thousands of posts about me and Austin. Pictures of me and him walking, laughing and eating. We look so good together. 'Oh my god, stop that' I scold myself, rolling my eyes at how delusional I can be. I also make the mistake to look at the comments. 90% of them are calling him a cheater and me shameless, for going after another girls boyfriend. That's actually the first time in a long while that I think of Kaia. My hands start sweating profusely and I swallow trying to make the sudden tightness in my throat go away.

"Everything ok?" Austin asks taking me out of my thoughts. I clear my throat and lick my lips, avoiding the way his eyes linger over them. "Austin does Kaia know that you're here?" I don't know how her knowing would change much, I guess in the end it would ease my mind a bit. And all that matters is that us three know the truth, that nothing is going on, the rest, can and will be ignored. He looks at me with a puzzled look, like he doesn't see my question relevant. "Yeah she does, I guess, I don't know, we don't tell each other everything."

What am I supposed to gather from that? Like what am I to make of him saying things like that? Pointing to his relationship being fake or at most not serious. It's not new or unheard of, PR stunts like this, but still. "Why?" He follows, curious to see why I'd bring that up now. "Because we were photographed together, alone, for a second time. I know it's nothing, but I don't want Kaia to get the wrong impression." He's cutting up some cheese to put in the sandwich as I speak.

"We're just friends, she knows and we don't keep tabs on each other." I nod, just friends, but the way his tone sounds - defensive, almost worries me and I can't stop the words before they come out of my mouth. "Are you two PR?" He whips his head up, looking at me and I avert my eyes. "I'm sorry, I don't mean to assume, but it's just the way you talk about the whole thing-" he sighs, stopping me mid rambling. I look at him. "We are, but I want you to know I was against it. I believe relationships are sacred and this is just..." he pauses a second. "Just not that."

Ok I don't know what to say, what am I supposed to say? I can't say I'm sorry. He works on the food as silence fills the kitchen, tension so thick you could cut it with a knife. I look at my phone, trying to occupy myself with something and I see the texts from Timmy, he must of seen the pictures as well.

Timmy💝:

Hey, today went great, I'm pretty tired so I'll probably be out cold for the rest of the day, call me tomorrow when you wake.

I smile happy to hear that his work was going great and relieved that he hasn't seen the photos yet. "Please say something!" I look up at Austin, who's eyes watch me back pleading. My mouth opens and closes, not sure what to say. Looking down he turns around to face the stove and puts the sandwiches in the pan, to cook. "I don't think less of you Austin, it's not even my business to know the insides of your relationship. I talked before thinking." He turns back at me, prompting himself on his hands, that are balled into tight fists against the black marble of the counter. "I'm not used to being the talk of everything. I knew when I got the role, it'll be like this, I almost wished I didn't get it, because of how afraid I was of all this. Then my team goes completely nuts and they have me do all these things, to arouse interest. I ruined my 10 year old relationship because of this." He stops to flip the sandwiches, quickly turning to face me.

"She, Vanessa, she tried to tell me, that it'll all get too much, that I should be cautious, but I got angry with her and we started bickering and then I was in Australia filming and we decided maybe a break would help. The next thing I know it's been months since talking and then they come to me with this." I get up and move over to him, hugging him, as he rests his head on top of mine. Austin relaxes, moving his arms to hug me back.

We hug for a while, but he takes one of his arms away at one point to turn off the stove, so the food doesn't burn. From where I'm sitting with my cheek against the soft fabric of his denim shirt, I can hear his strong heart beating and I can feel each breath he takes. "I understand how overwhelming it all can be, I'm lucky to be working with a team that understands my boundaries, but still I'm young and still at the beginning, so in the future who knows, what prepositions they might make. You are an incredible person, I can tell. I'm sure if you would take the time to apologize to her she'll understand."

"You have no idea how good it feels to have someone know about this, I haven't told anyone, I don't know why I told you, but I trust you. Feels like I've known you a lifetime." Austin's voice is low and it sends shivers down my spine as his words seep into my heart, warming it. My insides feel light and my mind cloudy, the proximity of him, suddenly being too much. The way he smells, like oranges and cloves, the way his muscles flex around me, the way his breath fans over the hair on top of my head, the way his chin rests on my head. Everything, everything is all too much. My brain can barely form coherent thoughts, in order to force me to keep my feet on the ground. I wish I could explain everything to myself, so that maybe I could find a way to deal with all these emotions. There's a magnetic field around Austin, something so enticing and scary at the same time, but the electric current cursing through my body when I'm close to him is addicting. Dangerously addicting. "Would it be weird if I said that I feel the same?" I ask cautious.

Austin's arms tighten around me, in a silent way of saying 'No, it's not'. "I don't think she wants my forgiveness and I don't know what that would do for us, she's with someone else and I no longer think of her like that. I still love her, I do, but not the same way I used to." I pull away an inch so I can look up at him, sparkling blue eyes, staring into mine.

"But wouldn't you feel better knowing that you did right by her?" He seems to think over what I just said. "I guess you're right, I owe her that and myself a bit." We break apart and I go to take out two plates for us to eat on. He places the sandwiches on each pate and we grab them, moving over to the living room. As I sit down on the couch I notice his eyes looking somewhere behind me and following his gaze my eyes land on my guitar. "I've had it since I was 8, I saved up money for it and bought it second hand. A few years ago I had it taken into a shop to be reconditioned, but I specifically asked for my Hannah Montana stickers to stay on, so they put something over them to preserve them."

Austin chuckles lightly at me talking about my old guitar. I put the plate down on the coffee table and get up to pick up the guitar. "Play something, can I hear an original?" He asks. I'm a bit reluctant about sharing any of my songs before the album is completely done, but I guess I could make an exception for him. "Ok, but you haven't heard anything, got it? Otherwise..." I motion slicing my throat and he laughs, at my silliness.

I touch the cords with the pads of my fingers and play an easy progression, trying to buy time to about which song I want to play him. "There was a time, when I was alone, with nowhere to go and no place to call home..." my voice sings as I close my eyes, getting lost in the meaning of the song. "Lost boy" is a sweet song I wrote drawing inspiration form the story of Peter Pan and how when I was young I used to dream of going to Neverland, thinking there I wouldn't feel so alone. "...I am a lost boy, from Neverland, usually hanging out with Peter Pan." I keep going.

The feeling of loneliness is one I've grown to know to be a good friend, always my companion. No matter how many people I surround myself with, there are few times I don't feel alone. So far not much has been able to push that feeling away, not Timmy, not Roxanne, not my cats, not my therapist, who I'm definitely overpaying. "...And lost boys, like me are free" sighing I finish the song and put the guitar next to me on the couch.

"You wrote that?" I nod my head, taking a small bite of the sandwich, enjoying the savory taste of it, it has the perfect amount of cheese. "It's beautiful, but it seems so sad." I can read the pity in Austin's voice, but I push that away, trying not to get caught up. "Yeah, I guess... but just, I don't know." I don't know how to explain myself, because no matter how close I feel to him, he's still just a stranger to me. "You don't need to explain, I get it, kind of." A weak smile makes it's way onto my lips, as he gestures assuring me, there's no need to explain myself.

We sit in silence, eating and when we're done, he takes the plates to the kitchen, to put them in the dishwasher. By now 10pm is rolling around and I know he has to leave soon, but I kind of wish this day would never end. As Austin comes back, I move over to my huge record collection to place my latest acquisitions. "Are you busy tomorrow?" Austin asks, making me whip my head around quickly. "Yeah, I'm sorry, I don't think we'll get to see each other before you leave New York, I have lots to do." He nods sitting down.

"Well I guess I should go, it was nice spending time with you. Let's keep in touch?" Austin proposes. I know I should probably say 'sure, why not' just so I could ghost him and move on, but my tongue moves before my brain gets a chance to fight it. "Yeah, of course. Um come on, I'll walk you out." He smiles brightly at me and we walk over to the door.

I wait for him to put his shoes back on and then his jacket. One of his long fingers pushes the call button for the elevator. As we wait, he looks me over, from head to toe and just before the ding of the elevator is heard, he opens his mouth to say something, but he never does. Instead he comes closer and kisses my cheek. Austin's plush pink lips, warm and wet against my skin. I'm frozen, moving a hand to his chest to prompt myself. "Goodnight (y/n)!" Has my name ever sounded so obscene? No. Has my heart ever skipped the way it just did? No.

Austin gets into the elevator and before the doors close, I mumble I quick 'goodnight', the last thing that I see being his bright smile as he chuckles shaking his head. When the door close and all that's left of him is the smell of his cologne, I touch my cheek, a ghost of his kiss still lingering there.

After forever sat in the entryway, eyes glued to those goddamn doors, like if I looked for long enough or hard enough, they would open to reveal him again. My shoulders slump as I realize how stupid I am being right now, so instead of shaming myself further I go to my room to get ready for sleep.

The getting ready part was easy, falling asleep? Different story. I'm tossing and turning, throwing fists at my innocent covers. Sighing I turn on my bed side lamp, taking my journal and pen. Putting the date down:

Feb 27th 2022

I can't seem to quiet my mind and it feels like my skin is burning for something, if I were to be honest right now I might know what it is I'm longing for. It's him... it just feels too real for it to be just in my head, he must of felt it too. Right? He's just so handsome, but there's more than surface beauty to him, there's a warmth within his soul. I know it, because I've met beautiful men and women before, but neither of them ever left me like this. I can't even find a word to describe myself right now - a mixture of too many feelings, good and bad. Should I just bite my heart and do what I do best? Put it in a song? But how would that sound? A love song for him? About him?

Tapping the pen against my chin, I take a moment to think. It needs to be a song that's not to obvious, something that could be about anyone. I just have to be vague, no mentioning his blue eyes, or honey blonde hair, or those god forsaken plump lips. Think about what I like that could be anyone else's, not just his. I really love the way he says my name, the way he wears himself, the way he looks at me. Putting pen to paper again, I start scribbling.

Maybe it's the way you say my name

Maybe it's the way you move around play your game

But it's so good

I've never felt like this before known anybody like you

Ok this sounds like it could be going somewhere, but I need to be at the piano. Jumping out of bed I rush to get the song playing through the room. Sitting down at my piano, looking over the shiny New York, I play a melody, singing my lyrics over it. "I'm in a field of dandelions, wishing on everyone that you were mine." I sing, getting lost in the music. This is my first ever love song. Love... is this really what I'm doing? Falling in love? I blink at the piano keys, my fingers stuck. Picking the pen up, I go to write down the lyrics, scratching over some of the words and replacing them with others.

Taking a deep breath I keep on playing, singing, then writing down the lyrics. By the time the song feels done, I glance at the clock, it's 3:50 am. Cursing at myself, I close my eyes, rubbing harshly at them. I need to be in the studio at 8am, so if I fall asleep now I might get 3 good hours of sleep, so I carry my heavy feet over to my bedroom, falling on the soft bed. By some miracle I do fall asleep, thankfully a dreamless sleep, so 3 hours later when my alarm wakes me up, as angry as I am at it, I'm actually excited to be in the studio and show Jack the new song.

Taking a quick shower, dressing casually in a pair of black jeans, with a simple cotton long sleeve shirt, in a cream color and a dark green teddy bear jacket on top, cause today feels colder than yesterday. Gathering my things, I feed Simba and William and after a small session of sharing kisses with them, I leave. "Morning, miss!" Matthew, my diver, smiles at me, holding the car door open. "Morning Matt, did you have a good weekend?" I like to make sure that the people who work around me are happy and know they can trust me to understand their needs as well as they understand mine. We make small talk on the way to the studio, but I can't help fidgeting in my seat, so when we get to the studio I almost burst through the door.

"Jack I just wrote a song, you need to hear" he giggles at my enthusiasm as I pull my notebook out, sitting down at the piano without even taking my jacket off. After I play him the song I turn to him expectedly. "Wow, a love song? That's new, anyone in particular?" Jack winks at me, sitting down at the computer, working around to start on the record. "N-no n-no one." He chuckles slightly at my stammering. I choose to ignore it and finally taking off my jacket, I start working with him.

Four hours later, the song is almost done, but I have to run for a photo shoot I need to do with Prada, for some of their new collection. Saying my goodbyes to Jack, I put my glasses on and add a beanie, hoping to not be recognized, but it's useless, a sea of paparazzi already waiting out for me. "(Y/n) are you with Butler?" "Is he cheating on Kaia?" "Don't you think he's too old for you?" "What were you recording?" "Should we expect an album?"

I avoid all questions and get into my car, telling Matt to drive away so we can get there in time, I still need to make it to that 3pm lunch with Joshua, which speaking of I should check if he send me the place where he'd like to meet. Opening my dms I find myself smiling the notification next to his name.

joshuatbassett:

Morning, what do you think of this place: location. It's my favorite in NY!

y/n4real.2002

Never been, but it works for me. See you at 3?

joshuatbassett:

Sure thing, can't wait 💟

y/n4real.2002:

Me neither, c u ❣️

I can't fight the blush in my cheeks and I swing my feel around like a school girl, squirming in my seat. "Good news?" Matt asks looking over at me in the rear view mirror. "Yeah" I say, pushing some hair behind my ear and looking out the window, already running in my head the different scenarios of how this could work. Since his first dm, I've been looking into him a bit and I do have to say I'm extremely smitten by him. Also I can't get his song out of my head and I've been slowly writing a song opposite to his, a different way of loving, or better yet not loving.

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that.gossip.blog: y/n4real.2002 leaving the studio early this morning, after a session with jackantonoff. Now that could mean one or two things, she's either working on more original songs or she's working on something for taylorswift again. People who were there report, that she avoided all paparazzi questions and when asked about the relationship with Butler, she had no reaction, so that topic also remains a mystery.

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fan34: omg omg I'm telling you, it's an album, she must be working on an album.

↳fan2: for sure, she has to be.

↳tsfan13: an album from her would be a dream, she's Taylor's kid

hater2: ofc she would avoid questions about him 🙄

↳fan3: I don't see why she owes any expectations

↳kaiafan4: um maybe cause he's taken?

↳fan039: they were just on a walk, can we chill?

ts13fan26: I choose to clown, for Speak Now (TV) 🤡

↳caTs.fan: right there with you 🤡🤝🤡

abfan2: can we just drop this narrative that makes them both look like horrible people? We know them for gods sake

↳hater45: do we? Cause we know what the choose to tell.

↳abfan021: I choose the benefit of the doubt

After some very long hours of taking photos in tight clothes, contorting myself in all strange positions, I'm done. The make up team is working on taking off the glam as I shoot Timmy a quick text.

Me:

Can I call you in 20? I forgot this morning sry😬😬

Timmy💝:

Yeah sure, no worries, I know you're busy.

Changing my green jacket for a black blazer, as it's much warmer now, then it was in the morning, I hop in the car and tell Matt to drive to the small restaurant where Joshua said he'd meet me. I take my phone out and call Timmy, his voice coming through the other end only after the first ring. "Hi there Tim!" I smile, happy to be talking to him. "Listen you know I love you and I trust you, I choose to not get into detail about those pictures, I just need to know, are you ok?" He asks and I swallow thickly. "Yeah I am, we are just friends, he asked me to show him around a bit, I took him to Frank's store." Timmy chuckles lightly, making me calm down a bit. "I trust you honey and in a way I think I trust him too. Happy to hear you're ok, you sound it even." I'm surprised by his statement. "I do?"

"Yeah, I can't tell you, but your voice has that jovial tone I haven't herd in a minute." My eyes gloss over with tears and I giggle. "Thanks! I'm on my way to meet Joshua, I'm nervous! How was work? Is it scary?" I shoot question after question, making him laugh. "Slow down, glad to hear you're nervous about your date, calm down it'll be fine. Yes, work has been great, it's definitely darker then I expected, but I think I've got this." I listen to him talk as he gets more into detail about filming. "That's sounds amazing, but I still miss you lots, gotta go now, I'm almost at the restaurant." Timmy shuffles around, causing some static to come through. "Ok, good luck, be safe and be yourself. Love you!"

"Love you too" I end the call and get out of the car, smiling at the fact that Joshua is already here, bouncing one leg up and down, reading a newspaper. "Hello, nice to meet you, hope I'm not late!" I say apologetic, as his eyes shoot up at me, a smile spreading on his face. Joshua gets up, sitting only a few inches taller then me. "N-no you're right on time, please!" He shows me the empty seat in front of him.

I sit down and he hands me a blue cap. Shooting him a quizzing look, he laughs nervously, placing a matching one on his head. "Thought we could try and pull a Steve Rogers, cap to not be recognized?" I put the cap on and laugh at his marvel reference. "Well that's a good idea. I take it you like marvel?" I ask looking over the menu. "Yeah, I do, but I'm not really over Endgame yet." We share a laugh. "Neither am I" I say scrunching my nose up.

A sweet girl comes over to take our order and we seem to be straight on the same page as we order the same thing, without even knowing. "So what's new in the papers? I don't think I've seen one in a minute." He chuckles, brushing back some of his chocolate curls, handing me the newspaper. "Nothing much, the news is pretty boring, too much politics and all, but it gives me so to do without looking at my phone." I read one of the titles, dropping the paper, the latest football scandal not being my cup of tea.

"So do you like New York?" I ask, sipping some coffee the waiters just brought over. "Yes I do, I'm actually looking for a place to buy here, lately California has been too much, LA just doesn't do it for me anymore" his brown eyes glimmer and I can't help but get lost in the depth of them. "If you ask me New York is the best, something new to do at all times and people rarely care to look around, so it's easy to get lost in the crowd." He smiles at me, thanking the waitress for the food without taking his eyes off of me. "You'll have to show me, cause I do agree with you, but I haven't spent much time in New York. Any place you love, that's like a secret?"

I giggle, eating some of the pasta I ordered. "Well if I told you it wouldn't be a secret anymore, would it?" Joshua shakes his head adjusting the hat on his head, eating a bit as well. "Could be our secret." He says looking at me. I blush like crazy and look down, his stare too much for me. I can't ignore the way my heart skips a beat, or the way my breath get caught in the back of my throat. "Could be." I mumble, looking at him through my lashes. A blush appears on his round cheeks, as he wiggles around in his seat.

"You look beautiful today by the way, not that you don't look beautiful every day, but-" "Thank you" I giggle at his sweet demeanor, a blush creeping up on both of our cheeks now. He let's out a little laugh as well and we both break into hysterics over how we're both acting, like two little kids. "So I think I should tell you the concept for the video" Joshua adds and I nod. "Well this song was inspired by my parents, they were highschool sweethearts, so I was thinking we could play them in the video." I watch as he goes on to tell me about how the whole thing would play out, starting with me walking down the aisle at our wedding and then cutting into a montage of memories from the past, how we met, our prom, graduation, every little thing that led up to us ending at the altar.

"That's so beautiful, I'd be honored to do it. I'm happy you thought of me for this." Licking his lips, they stretch out into a bright smile. "I know it might of seemed a bit out of the blue, but I've been a fan for a while and this song means a lot to me, so I thought: it's now or never Josh" he scratches the back of his head, snickering at himself. "This pasta is really good, I've never been here before." I say looking around the small restaurant. The place is almost too small to be called a restaurant, a hew tables inside and a few outside where we're sat. The early spring is starting to make it's away in New York, the shy sunshine giving everything a beautiful glow. "I found it a year ago I think, I had a few gigs to play here in New York and one of my band mates told me about this place." I wipe my lips with a tissue before speaking. "It's nice, not very common for the upper east side, I'll be for sure coming back"

We eat together, talking about little nothings, making small conversation, laughing here and there. Soon enough an hour has past but it barely feels like I've been here a minute. I haven't felt this good in a minute, like there's no worry in the world and no pressure. It doesn't matter if we get photographed together, doesn't matter if we waste too much time, nothing matters, just us. "Hang on" he leans over the table and brushes some of my hair out of my face, lifting the cap off of my head, surprising me with a small kiss, on the top of my forehead. He sits back down, blushing profusely as I'm still a bit starstruck. "That was-" "lovely" we talk over each other and our eyes meet, getting stuck.

I can feel myself leaning closer to him, still staring into his eyes, mesmerized by the dark chocolate color of them. I never knew I'd find brown eyes to be beautiful, but right now I do. Being so close to him I can smell the faint perfume of his cologne, young and bold, a bit minty with some flower undertones, very different from Austin's, dark musky scent. Before I can get any closer, my phone rings, pulling us out of the trance we've been stuck into. "Sorry" I mumble before answering Levis, my assistant.

"Hi I'm at your place, are you on your way? I want to give you the scripts I have and go over some more scheduling for the upcoming month." I sigh, pinching the bridge of my nose, I completely forgot about him coming over. Looking at my watch, I'm only 30 minutes late. "I'll be there in 30, please excuse me!" Levis assures me that's all fine and I put my phone in my bag, after texting Matt to bring the car around. "I have to go, have your assistant email mine. I loved having lunch with you, Josh" I say pushing him, the card for my assistant.

"I had a good time as well." We both get up and share a tight hug. I allow myself to breathe in his scent, and I can't help but notice he does the same. As we pull apart, our hands linger over each other. "Give me your phone." I say and he complies. I quickly put my number in, naming the contact (Y/n)💟. Giving him the phone back, he sucks in a breath, noticing the emoji I used. "I guess it's our thing now, the Purple Heart?" Joshua asks tilting his head. "I guess so."

"Well I'm happy, cause I didn't know if this would be too much" he says, before searching in the pockets of his coat, pulling out a small velvet bag. "Give me your hand" he says and I put my hand forward, his fingers working on opening the little bag and then turning it upside down he shakes it softly. Something small and silver lands in my hand and he put the velvet bag away, taking the thing, that I now see it's a bracelet, out of the palm of my hand. "Allow me, please" he says.

I lift the sleeve of my blazer slightly and he puts the bracelet on. It's a dainty silver chain with a Purple Heart. The jewelry sits nicely on my wrist and I can't help the way my heart stops in it's tracks. I look up at him wide eyed and throw my arms around his neck, holding him tight. "Thank you, I love it." I say and give his cheek a small kiss. Joshua's hands go to my waist holding me tight to him. "You're very welcome, honey" the pet name, makes my knees buckle, as I snuggle my face further into his neck. "I have to go, I'm sorry."

He shakes his head, bringing his hands up to my face. "Don't be, I'll call you tomorrow, would that be ok?" Joshua asks. "Yes it would" I smile and pull away from him, when Matt stops the car next to us. I give him one more look and blow him a kiss, getting in the car. He fakes catching the kiss against his heart, making me laugh.

Matt drives away and I look at Joshua through the tinted windows. I'm smiling like crazy and I feel butterflies in my stomach. It's so strange, what's going on with me, getting so easily swept away by these men. Am I going insane? Probably, although there's this small voice in the back of my head, saying I'm just growing up and allowing myself to feel these things for once. "Did you have a good time, miss?" Matt asks me, being the nice person he's always been. "Yeah I did actually, he seems nice doesn't he?" I fiddle with the bracelet around my wrist, the slight cold of the metal being a comforting sensation. "He does miss, did he get that for you?" He says noticing the bracelet and I nod, lifting my arm up, to show him better. "It suits you, he's got taste." Here I can agree with Matt, once more, he does have nice taste, the jewelry really fits my personality and the fact that he thought about it, from our dms, it leaves me flabbergasted.

When we get back to my place, Matt and I ride the elevator together, meeting Levis in my entryway, talking on the phone. "You could've made yourself at home, Levis, you know that" I say going over to the fridge to get the water pitcher, picking two glasses as well. "Come on!" I move my head in the direction of the study as Matt, goes to his office that he has here. "Ok what have you got for me!" I say excited.

He sits down in front of me at the desk. "So these are some scripts I thought you'd like, a movie called "The in between" for Netflix, a small part on stranger things, and some more movies. I'm waiting on something exciting though, but it's still in the 'maybe' trails so there's no script." I listen closely taking the papers he hands down to me. "Next I have here your schedule for the month and I'm waiting on Joshua's assistant to email me about when the music video will shoot and where. I also have people calling me nonstop from different publications, that want you to give statements about new music and relationships" he winces at the last part as I sigh, taking off my blazer and sinking further into the chair. "Sorry, I know, don't worry I've refused them all for now, but-"

"But at one point I'll have to speak with them, I know, but let's get them after the Oscars so I can work some more on music for the next two weeks, everything after the awards will be hectic, no matter the outcome" he nods, taking down notes. "Ok tomorrow you have the first fitting, Chanel will dress you right?" Levis asks, to make sure he's got everything down. "Yeah, I want something classic and comfy." He puts that down in his planer as well. And we go like that for the next few hours and then I go to change and get ready to start on some of those audition tapes.

When my tired body finally melts into the marshmallow mattress, I'm left torn in between all these feelings. When I close my eyes I see Austin's blue eyes, piercing into mine, I still feel the ghost of his kiss on my cheek. And then when everything becomes too much, too real, I turn around in bed and I get a whiff of Joshua's scent, the ridiculous imaginary weight of the dainty bracelet, holding my right hand down. My heart beats too fast and I barely catch my breath, it feels like I'm running, when I'm just in bed, dreaming about two people, two very different people, because one could be my calm and ease and the other could be my adrenaline and euphoria. One of them is allowed and the other is well....forbidden

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Another fic I wrote. In this one Dorothy has a fever, all her Oz freinds freak out

Dorothy wasn't very concerned when she woke up with a headache, chills, and feeling of fatigue. Sure it had been a while since she’d been sick, but she was used to this type of thing, she always got sick around this time of year back in Kansas so why wouldn't the same thing happen in Oz?

She went to her Aunt Em, told her how ill she felt, and Em felt her forehead.

“You do feel a bit warm.” Aunt Em studied her niece’s face, “have you eaten anything yet?”

“No. I haven’t had much of an appetite this morning.” Dorothy shrugged, and then coughed into her elbow.

Em sighed, “I’d take your temperature, but I dont think Ive seen a thermometer, that wasn't meant for food, since we moved here.”

“I’ll try to catch Ozma and ask her to send one,” Uncle Henry said, putting his hat on, “Em, you take Dorothy back to her room, ‘an make sure she’s resting ‘till we find out if she’s trying to get sick on us or not.”

None of them were too concerned, they’d done this a few dozen times before. Ever since Dorothy first came to live with them they had to deal with the odd cold, fever, and even the flu once or twice.

Dorothy layed in bed while her aunt sat on the end and read a book, looking up now and again to make sure Dorothy was drinking the glass of water on her bedside. Even if she wasn't sick- she still needed to stay hydrated. Or so Em insisted.

Dorothy was used to this, all it would take was some rest and she’d be back on her feet in no time. Even if she wasn't exactly sick, she’d had ear and sinus infections before, among other ambiguous childhood illnesses. She was used to just waiting them out- due to how Aunt Em and Uncle Henry didn't have much money to go out and visit a doctor, or call one to the farm. They had water, a bed, and vegetables for soup. That helped clear her up all the time before.

But, and perhaps this due to her tired state, she had seemed to of forgotten the large group of friends she had accumulated over her years in Oz. Friends who came from a fairy land where people choose when they age- and the most ill a person got was only when they ate food that was too old, or not made properly.

She shouldn't of been shocked when Uncle Henry came back with The Wizard, carrying a medical bag, half the castle staff, and Ozma trailing behind him. Aunt Em shouldn't of either, yet both were initially confused.

“Evening Dorothy.” The Wizard nodded as he set the medical bag on a desk near her bed and took out a thermometer.

“Uh- ‘evenin, Wizard. Why is-”

“- Why is Ozma and half the castle behind me?” he asked with a half laugh as he cleaned the thermometer. “You remember how Fairy folk don't get sick right?”

“Right.” Dorothy rolled her eyes, how’d she manage to forget that?

Uncle Henry stood at the end of the bed beside Aunt Em, holding her hand, and shrugged.

“Your uncle tried to explain it to them but, open please-” he started, taking the Kansas girl's temperature as he continued, “but they insisted on making sure it wasn't some- curse or hex.”

“And even if it wasn't.” Ozma added as the wizard looked at the thermometer, she was turning her scepter over in her hands. “You're a princess, if the princess is i’ll she’s the right to care and assistance till she’s well again.”

“Yep, that's fever temperature.” Aunt Em stated, looking at the thermometer the Wizard handed to her.

“Looks like you’re not leaving your room for the next few days.” Uncle Henry added.

“And to make sure she’s not hexed or poisoned.” the Wizard said, taking out a bottle of sparkly white liquid, “the thermometer please.” Aunt Em handed the thermometer back. He placed the thermometer in the liquid and swirled the bottle a bit.

Ozma and the castle staff had their eyes on the bottle, tensely waiting for something. Ozma having a mix of concern and sternness on her face, Dorothy knew if it did end up being some kind of poison or charm making her sick Ozma’d be right on her way to both curing her, and finding the culprit.

And Dorothy knew said Culprit would have none of Ozma’s mercy.

“It’d be a surprise if this turned out to be magic though,” Dorothy thought, “it feels like any ordinary fever.”

The liquid in the bottle turned sky blue.

“She's clear, it's just a plain old fever.” The Wizard confirmed. There was a weak sigh of relief, given the Ozians in the room were not too sure what exactly a ‘plain old fever’ was, they were just glad their princess wasn't poisoned or a target of malicious magic.

“And how is a ‘Fever’ treated? What do people in Kansas do for it?” Ozma asked, walking to the end of Dorothy’s bed, looking from Dorothy to Aunt Em and Uncle Henry.

“Well most folk can afford a doctor visit, and if it's really bad they get medicine.” Uncle Henry explained. “But back on the farm we couldn't really afford much of that. So we had her rest, drink water, and eat things like soup.”

“It's not good to eat real heavy foods during a fever, the stomach tends to be- ‘easily upset’.” Em added.

“Don't forget fruit juice.” The wizard said, packing up the medical supplies. “Growing up, orange juice was always given to kids who were feeling ill.”

“Alright then, I’ll have the chefs start on that right away. Em, would you mind instructing them on what to do while making the soup?” Ozma asked Aunt Em, giving a nod to some of the castle staff to go and inform the kitchen.

Aunt Em looked over to Dorothy.

“Probably best you go as soon as you can, before the inevitable flood of ‘get well soon’ cards flood in when Ozma tells all of Oz that ‘Princess Dorothy is not to be disturbed till she recovers from her illness’.” Dorothy said, doing a haughty voice as she impersonated Ozma in a good natured taunt. Ozma stuck her tongue out at her before smiling, just glad her co-princess was on her way to recovery.

“Fair enough.” Aunt Em shrugged as she stood up and handed Henry the book she was holding, one of the castle hands accompanied her down to the kitchen.

“Is there anything specific you want right now?” Ozma asked Dorothy.

“Not really, apart from rest. The sooner I get over this the better, but do tell Toto where I am for me, will you?”

“Of course, and if you need anything else…” Ozma summoned a silver bell with a green diamond on the end of its handle. “Ring this.”

“Will do Ozma.”

The ruler of Oz nodded and made her way out of Dorothy’s room.

“I’ll be helping your Aunt, do you want the window open so you can have som fresh air?” Uncle Henry asked, putting the book away.

“Yes please, but could you pull the curtain closed so the lights dimmed? Its a beautiful bright day outside, but its not helping the headache.” Dorothy asked. Henry nodded and adjusted the windows as she asked. The green curtain flushed the room in a soft green light.

“Take it easy now.” He said as he stood in the doorway.

“I’ll take it as easy as I can, knowing it won't be too long before the others make their way here to check on me.” she stated with a laugh. Henry chuckled,

“Yeah. They’d just be trying to help, they care about you a lot.”

“I know, I’d probably be acting just like Ozma if she was the one sick right now, especially since it be a curse or poison that’d be making her ill.”

“Most likely. I’ll see you ‘round lunch, if nothing else happens.” Henry nodded before leaving, shutting the door behind him and leaving Dorothy in the green lit room.

She laid down, nestling her head on the soft pillows, and did her best to get some extra sleep.

Dorothy wasn't too sure how long she had been sleeping when she felt something fuzzy beside her face. She opened her eyes to a little black mass of fuzz and fur looking at her face sympathetically.

“Hello Toto.” she chuckled as she sat up and hugged him. “I assume Ozma told you I was sick?”

Toto looked up at her with his big black eyes.

“Let me guess, she’s also told all of Emerald City by now, hasn't she?

“What do you think?” Toto sighed as he curled in her lap. Dorothy smiled fondly.

“Did she bother to explain it wasn't serious?”

“She told them it wasn't magic, that its a normal thing where we come from, and thats all I heard her say.”

Dorothy rolled her eyes.

“How’d our fellow ‘non fairy’ friends react?” She asked, leaning against the pillows like a chair back as she pet the black dog in her lap.

“Hm,” Toto snickered. “As you’d expect, they were sympathetic but otherwise unworried. Hank had to explain what a fever even was to Sawhorse.”

Then his ear flicked, and he lifted his head up to listen.

“What is it?”

Toto listened and then got up and stood on the edge of the bed, ears cocked towards the door as he focused to understand what he was hearing. Then his ears returned to their resting position as he sat down.

“It's your friends.”

Dorothy could hear them now, a set of metallic footsteps, light footsteps that rustled each time they hit the ground, and two sets of four large paws, all walking this way.

“I was wondering when they’d get here.” she picked Toto back up and held him as she waited for them to walk through her door.

As the footsteps got close she could hear what they were talking about.

“-don't know.” Scarecrow said, apparently just finishing a sentence. “She only ever slept as long as the night was on our adventures- but she wasn't sick then.”

“Tinman, you were human once, right?” Dorothy heard the Tiger ask.

“Yes but I was a Munchkin, not- whatever the people in Kansas call themselves.” the Tinman answered, sounding worried.

“Her Uncle did say she’s had this illness before.” the Lion added. “So she’s bound to recover from it easily. We shouldn't worry that much, right?”

The footsteps stopped right outside her door. None of them entered or even knocked.

Dorothy listened as her friends continued talking in the hallway, each a different variation of concern.

“Jellia Jamb said the Wizard confirmed it wasnt magic or poison, I guess this is just a thing people from Kansas go through.” Scarecrow said, Dorothy heard paper rustling, like turning pages. He must be reading something.

Then he sighed, closing whatever he was reading.

“Nothing in that one either?” Tinman asked.

“No. and that's the third one I brought with me. I know its not an Oz thing but with how many non-fairy people find their way here, not to mention the Wizard- who was the ruler for years, one would think we’d have something about ‘Fevers’ written down by now.” The Scarecrow sounded defeated.

Dorothy didn't mean anything cruel by it, but she had to cover her mouth to keep herself from laughing.

“Are they trying to find a cure of some sort?” she wondered. “Or are they just trying to learn so they can help?” Either way it was a very sweet, if unnecessary, gesture.

“I mean they have diseases I haven't even heard of in here, rainbow tongue, musical sneezes, reptilian/amphibian transformation, magic hiccups, and- i don't even know how to say that one.” Dororthy heard Scarecrow flip through the book, reading off its contents.

“According to her family- she just needs to rest it off.” the Tiger said.

“I know, I just wish we knew how to help.” Scarecrow said, defeated.

“We know, we’ve always been able to help her when she needed it before…” Tinman trailed off.

There was a pause of silence.

Dorothy listened for what they’d say next, she knew her friends would of been worried but she’s just realizing she underestimated how worried. She was half tempted to get up and tell them it wasn't anything that serious, but when she leaned towards the edge of her bed Toto looked back at her.

She needed to rest, even if it wasn't sleeping, and she knew he was going to make sure she got it. She leaned back against the pillows and sighed. She could call out but the fever was starting to affect her throat, and she did not want to make it worse by raising her voice.

Besides- even if she told them that a fever isn't that serious, it’d hardly change anything. They were her friends, they had faced peril after peril together. She was sick and they were worried, and nothing was going to stop them from worrying.

She just sat back and listened, her and Toto waiting to see what they were going to do. Then there was a snap, or a close approximation of a snap- given it was made with straw stuffed fingers.

“Let's go and talk to Betsy, Trot, Cap’n Bill, and Shaggy man. They’re bound to know something about this aren't they?” Scarecrow suggested.

“Good idea.” Tinman said.

“I think I saw her and Hank talking by the moat when we started for Dorothy’s room, we should be able to catch them if we go now.” Lion siad. Then the steps of her friends' faded away, the opposite direction of where they came.

“Must've thought I was sleeping.” Dorothy muttered to herself. Toto looked at her, then at the door, and back at here. A question in his eyes.

“Hm. No, it's really sweet they want to learn more about non-fairy stuff just to try and help. You can go and get them once they’re done talking with the others tho.” Dorothy answered. Toto nodded and curled back up on her lap. Dorothy sat there and thought to herself,

“If any of them ever were sick I suppose I’d be the same. I’ll have to make sure I tell them I appreciate their efforts- as unnecessary as they are.”

Unsurprisingly it didn't take long for several bouquets of flowers to be delivered to Dorothy. Each one from a different place in Oz. She had one pile of white and green flowers from people in the Emerald city, one of blue flowers from the Munckinds- who’s were the largest pile, one of yellow and tin flowers from the winkies, red flowers from the quadlings, and several purple bouquets from the gillikins. Most of which were lavender, which smelled very nice but started to take over the room. Dorothy had to ask Ozma to take some away, those ones were put in the guest bedrooms since lavender is known to help with sleep.

Needless to mention the cards attached. When Aunt Em came by with ‘dinner’, a light vegetable soup and apple juice with sliced strawberries in it, she mentioned how Uncle Henry had been helping the castle hands with sorting the cards.

“May as well be a post office down stairs.” she stated.

Not too long after her Aunt stopped by, her friends did as well, this time accompanied by Jack Pumkinhead.

“You dont think pumpkins can catch ‘Fevers’ do you?” Jack had asked when he saw Dorothy. She shook her head.

“Nope, as long as you're from Oz I doubt you can get sick from me.” she told him.

“But-” Scarecrow added, “we can carry germs- even if we can't get sick. So for the sake of our other non fairy friends- we have to stay a distance from Dorothy.”

“I don't think we could get to her past the flowers anyways.” Lion stated looking around at the piles of bouquets.

“I don't mind if any of you keep some of them, I don't have enough room for them.” Dorothy stated but her friends refused. “Speaking of the others, did any of you ask them what Fevers are like?”

“Betsy said they make you tired and give you a headache." Lion stated.

"Trot said she's only had a fever once, and it made her sick to her stomach." Tiger added

"Shaggy man and Capin' Bill said they make you shiver, feel awful, and like things are going in slow motion." Tinman finished with a concerned look.

“All around it sounds miserable.” Jack crossed his arms.

“You’re not wrong, it's no fun at all. But it happens all the time where I'm from. Just a side effect of living in a Non-fairy land I guess.” she told them.

“We’re glad.” Lion stated.

“And we’re gonna stay here till you’re better. So let us know if we can help with anything.” Tinman added.

“I already have the entire castle at my beck ‘n call, though I Suppose it's always been like that since I became a princess. But I'm glad you’re all here, and thank you for wanting to help.” she told them.

“Of course we’d want to help.” Scarecrow stated, almost astonished.

“Apart from being our princess, you're our friend.” Tiger added.

Dorothy smiled at them,

“Well, can you tell me how Ozma told you I was sick? I've been in this bed all day and to be honest Im more bored than tired.”

Dorothy listened to her friends talk, from them learning of her illness to things she hadn't been present for recently. Such as a small festival in the Winkie country, one Dorothy wasn't able to attend due to her and Ozma dealing with a request from the Queen of Xi that month.

Hours passed and Dorothy was just thankful to be with her friends, even if she felt quite awful they managed to make her smile. Night fell and they all insisted she go to sleep.

She complied, asking that some of her bouquet gifts be sent to be made into wreaths, so they’d take up less space in her room.

The following days were quite similar, Dorothy wasn't allowed to leave her room and her friends came to visit her. Trot and Betsy came by with handkerchiefs tied around their faces to protect them from catching her illness, the three of them talked of their fairy-land friend’s reactions to Dorothy’s current state. Agreeing with Dorothy that their care and concern was sweet, if unneeded. All in all, they were very thankful to be living in Oz.

Ozma was a frequent visitor to Dorothy, after her daily duties were finished of course. They’d sit and talk, Ozma always asking if Dorothy was comfortable or needed anything.

One day Billina stopped by to visit with a handful of her Dorothy Jr’s, both to check in on her friend and to teach her kids a bit of the world they both came from.

TikTok, the Woggle bug, Scraps, even Polychrome made a quick visit just to check in on her. Scraps tried to cheer her up with some cartwheels and had to be almost dragged out of Doroty’s room when she almost broke two vases. Dorothy promised she’s spend time with her when she was over her fever. The Woggle bug gave her some simple activity books to keep her simulated, cross words, word searches, scrambled word puzzles, things of that nature. TikTok offered to be the one to bring her things from the other non-fairy folk in Oz, since he was made of Copper and copper is one of the few metals known to be self sanitizing.

One day Dorothy awoke to find Ozma’s magic mirror in her room, most likely to let her see what her friends were doing as she recovered.

Almost a week later Dorothy was feeling much better, though they still insisted on three more days of rest to ensure the fever was fully gone. She already loved living in Oz, but these few days were just a reminder why she loved it so much.

When she was fully better she was going to hug all of her friends, at least those who enjoyed hugs that is. And was already planning to visit each of the four countries of Oz so she could thank those who sent her gifts in person.

But first, she was going to spend time with her friends. She just had to wait three more days to do so.

#wizard of oz #the wizard of oz #dorothy #dorothy gale #ozma #princess ozma #scarecrow #tinman #tin woodman #cowardly lion #hungry tiger #fever #sick fic #fanfic #my writting

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